0 comments/ 59059 views/ 1 favorites Good Boy By: Dingy_Jo He was on his hands and knees, like a dog. "Swish!" Even though the miniature whip was only 15 inches long, I knew that it stung like hell when I lashed him with it across his bare buttocks. "You'll do what I say, when I say it!" "Yes, Mistress." He whined a little but knew better than to argue with me. "Come over here, I want to go for a horseback ride." He dutifully crawled across the garage until he was sideways in front of me. I threw my leg across him and lowered myself on to his back until I was sitting on his middle like I was sitting in a saddle. I leaned back a little and gave him another whack on the ass with the whip. I balanced myself with one hand on his shoulder blades, leaving the other, with the whip, free. "Gettyup." I knew that his cock would be as hard as a rock; it always was when we played this game. I wrapped my legs around his waist so the heel and sole of my bare foot would come in contact with it as we moved around the garage. I was right, it was rock hard! I rubbed it with my foot a couple of times to make sure I had his attention. I wondered if I could make him cum that way. I wish I had a picture of me sitting on him, nude, with his solid penis sticking straight down like a horse. "Mistress, can we go inside? The concrete is cold and very hard on my knees." "Yes, but I'm not dismounting. Be very careful that I don't fall off or I will whip you again." I clinched my legs hard around his middle but still had to help him a little as he negotiated the three steps up from the garage floor to the kitchen. We crawled across the kitchen to the carpeted dining room. I balanced myself with my left hand on his shoulder, leaned back and gave him another little switch with the whip. "Ouch, now where to, Mistress?" "Into the bedroom and be quick about it! Look what you have done to me! You've made my pussy sloppy wet with your game." That was the truth. I could feel the juice from my snatch all over his back. "I want you to clean me up. Take me to my bed." He did as I instructed. I dismounted and sat on the very edge of the bed, my legs spread wide with my heels still on the floor. "Now, come and obey me, lick me clean and don't miss anything!" Like a submissive servant, he crawled over to me and, still on all fours, gently touched my cunt with his tongue. "Hurry up, I don't want to get pussy juice on my bed." Although he was sucking and licking for all he was worth, I knew it was a lost cause, because the faster he lapped, the better it felt and the more liquid I made. I just sat there and enjoyed it for a few minutes before I said, "Let me move further up on the bed so I can lay back." I slid up far enough so with my knees bent and my legs spread wide in a "V", I could put my feet on the bed. "Okay, you can continue, but you better please me or I will spank you again!" "Yes, Mistress. You taste very good as usual." "I don't need your culinary opinions. Just get to work." We had done this many times before so he knew exactly what to do. With his knees still on the floor, his torso on the bed and his head between my legs, he played the game with his tongue on my clitoris. I could feel the beginning of the tide of climax. Each stroke of his tongue, each nudge of his lips brought me closer and closer to the abyss of sexual gratification. Soon I could feel the beginning of the end and moments later, wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over me. Each touch of this mouth or tongue anywhere on my pussy brought new pinnacles of pleasure until I was so sensitive I couldn't stand it anymore. I pushed his head away and sank back panting for breath. "Is Mistress pleased? "I guess so but look at the pussy juice on the bed. I will have to punish you for that." I knew that I had an obligation to give him as much satisfaction as he had given me. "Stand against the wall so I can put the shackles on you." "Yes, Mistress." I was breathless and my knees were week as I handcuffed his hands in front of him and attached them to a rope running through a pulley over his head. I pulled him up until he was on his tiptoes and tied the rope to a cleat. He was almost comical, completely nude, standing on his toes, his cock sticking straight out. "Are you mocking me? Look how hard your cock is! Do you think I am going to let you fuck me?" He hung his head in shame and his dick seamed to wilt a little. "No, Mistress, I am not mocking you. It's just you are so beautiful and I thought I was good to you." I took his penis in my hand and said, "Well, let me see just how much you want to fuck me." It had regained its former hardness and was nice to hold. He closed his eyes and let out a low sigh. I ran my hand up and down it, feeling its smoothness and rigidity. I knew I was driving him wild caressing and fondling his testicles and cock. He began to thrash around and I thought for a moment he might cum in my hand. He had been on the edge for so long I began to take pity on him. '"I will let you down and maybe I'll go for another ride. How would you like that?" "Oh, yes Mistress. Please ride me." I released the line and unlocked the handcuffs. "OK, lay flat on your back on the bed and I will take that ride." He did as I instructed and I straddled his chest looking down into his face. I moved up until my pussy was covering his mouth and just say there for a moment, savoring the feeling of his tongue working in and out of me. Slowly I slid down, toward his groin, leaving a wet trail on his tummy, until I felt his dick poking me in the ass. "What is that thing? Do you want to put it in me? "Oh yes Mistress, please." I slid back a little more, rose up and settled down until it was firmly and deeply lodged in my snatch. "Hold still, I will tell you when you can move." "Yes Mistress." I put my hands on his chest and started a slow rocking motion. I know that this should have been for him but the feeling of his stiff cock, filling my pussy and rubbing against my clitoris was so sensual that I was soon lost in gratifying my own needs. I had my head back, eyes closed and was pushing myself back and forth, up and down on his rigid pole. I felt him move but I was too far-gone to admonish him again. Soon, he was surging up to meet each of my downward thrusts. I knew he was close but so was I, so I let him have his way. His movements only added to the overall sensuality of the moment. Now, I was barely moving while he was thrashing wildly, his big cock plunging in and out of my pussy like a piston. My orgasm came creeping out of the shadows, quivering in my loins and slowly rising in my body until it manifested itself by taking complete control of me. Every nerve ending in my body was savoring the ecstasy of climax. Suddenly, I felt his entire body stiffen and spurts of his cum shooting deep inside of me. It only went to heighten the pleasure of the moment for me. I collapsed on top of him, his dick still imbedded deeply in my pussy. He put his arms around me while I gasped for breath. We lay like that for what seemed like hours but what was in reality only minutes. I finally rose up a little and looked down into his face. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Is Mistress pleased? Did I do what you wanted?" "Yes, I am pleased and you are a very good boy, but its time to go. Clean me up again and be sure to lick the stuff off the bed. Then put on your clothes and leave the money on the table. I will see you again next week at the same time." 30 Copyright © 08-25-2003 by Dinghy5(Jo). All rights reserved. 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Please send any thoughts you may have to the address in my profile. ---------------------------------- ---------------------------------- ---------------------------------- This is a fantasy about meeting the beautiful and underappreciated Larisa Oleynik, star of The Secret World of Alex Mack from back in the day, and 10 Things I Hate About You. It's a story of romance, humor, lust, and erotica. It's a story with an actual plot that includes sexual activity. It's riddled with dirty jokes and humor. It includes MF, FF, MFF, cons, oral, anal, dream, rom, exh, first, fDom, Mmast, Fmast, and BDSM. Celebrities referenced – Larisa Oleynik, Julia Stiles, Melissa Joan Hart. Happy jacking. ---------------------------------- First off, let me tell you about myself. My name is Matt and I'm a 19 year old college student. Anyways, enough about me. Here's how it all started. I live with my roommate Lee whom I had met during freshman year. We got along well I guess, having the same habits and sharing a love of the cold weather. He did tend to get on my nerves though. One day, his friend Michelle called him up from her school in California. She said she would be coming back here with a friend for a week. "Michelle's gonna come up here for the week with her friend. If they wanna stay here a few nights, that's cool right?" Lee asked after he had already hung up the phone. ...sigh... "Yeah that's fine," I said. I hoped Michelle's friend was good looking, or at least cool. Michelle was pretty cool, and really hot, and another girl I had run a batch to (that means jackin' off), so I hoped her friend would be similar to her. It would be cool to hang out with a different chick for the week, because I didn't have a girlfriend at the time. Skip ahead a few days. Michelle and her friend arrived at our dorm on Friday at around 2:00. I finished classes for the day at about one, and Lee had off that day. I don't know how the son of a bitch gets like two days off every semester. Anyway, I was in the bathroom taking one of my famous twenty-three minute long shits when they came up to the room. I walked in and was totally shocked. Lemme ask you something my friend. How many people have their fantasy girl sitting on their bed? Not many, unless your fantasy girl is a fat ugly troll friend who would let you bang her when your real girlfriend is outa town. Then it's a high number. I had run a batch to this very girl so many times. Now I'm seeing her in person. Wow. Sitting on my bed was Larisa Oleynik. The cute and beautiful star of 10 Things was IN MY ROOM, ON MY BED. The girl is on my "Top Five People I'd Have Sex With" list for Christ's sake. Definitely going to have to sniff the bed after she leaves. Mmm. "Matt, you remember Michelle, right?" Michelle looked hot. She is about 5'5 with long brown hair and a great body. She had a naval and tongue piercing and was just gorgeous. She was wearing a pair of tight ass jeans and a sweatshirt jacket. "And I know you know who this is," said Lee jokingly. "...Hi Michelle," I said, not taking my eyes off Larisa. Snapping myself back into reality, I finally looked at Michelle. "How are you?" "Good, thanks." "Hey, I'm Matthew. ...Matt," I said to Larisa as I went to shake her hand. "Larisa." Her hand was so soft and delicate. God I was so close to just taking it and putting it on my nuts, but I wanted to be a gentleman. "Nice to meet you," I said. It was more like a dream come true. "Same here," she replied. "How are you Larisa?" "I'm good, thanks. You?" God she was absolutely stunning. She was wearing jeans and a grey sweatshirt hoodie. I couldn't get over how cute she looked. She really had the girl next door thing going on. To me, there's nothing sexier than a girl that wears relaxing clothes and above all else, just looks comfortable. "I'm good," I replied. At this point I had regained my composure and sat down at my desk next to my bed. "I like your room," Larisa commented as she took a quick look around. "Thanks," I said. "Matt came up with the setup," Lee added. I had totally forgotten Lee and Michelle were in the room. I was so surprised that Larisa Oleynik was here that I unintentionally forgot about the other people. "Well, I watch a lot of Queer Eye." That got a laugh from everyone. "Queer Eye Matt?" Michelle asked. "Yeah. I jumped on that band wagon early. I don't wanna be one of those people who jump on late and hang on to the side of the wagon. I wanna be inside it, kicking them off, going 'I was here first, you poser'." We all sat there and chatted for a few minutes, making small talk. Lee and Michelle decided to go see some of their old friends from high school that also went to school here. "Hey. Lee and me are going to go say hi to some people I haven't seen in a while. You two hang out, get acquainted, and later we'll all get dinner. Is that cool?" asked Michelle. Who was I not to jump at the opportunity to spend some quality alone time with Larisa? I just hope she didn't feel like she was getting stranded with a stranger. "Sure. That sounds great," replied Larisa while giving me a little smile. I guess not. "Just call us when you're ready," I said. "Sure thing. Bye Rissy. Bye Matt," said Michelle as she dragged Lee out of the room by his arm. ---------------------------------- So there we were, Larisa Oleynik and me, together and alone in my dorm room. This is how wet dreams start. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare before." She blushed and said, "It's all right." Larisa brushed her hair out of her eyes and sat with her hands folded on her lap. "I just wanna get this out of the way. Alex Mack... Greatest... show... ever. And 100 Girls was hysterical. You're all Oscar worthy." "Hahaha. Thanks. It was a lot of fun to make. Too bad it didn't do better." "Yeah. ...so how did you become friends with Michelle?" I didn't want to be the weird fan boy. "Well, we met at a coffee shop actually. She had this shy guy friend who was attracted to me, so she came up and was like, 'Hey. My friend thinks you're really cute.' Haha. She totally embarrassed him. It was so cute. We all hung out and Michelle and I hit it off and started hanging out," she explained. Then she winked at me and said, "But don't worry, me and her friend aren't going out or anything." Could she be flirting with me? I didn't ask about her relationship status. Does she want to hook up? Why else would she have said that? I sat there in disbelief, hesitating as to how to respond to that. "...I'm sorry. I'm a craptacular host. Would you like something to drink?" I asked. "Sure. What do you have?" I went over to our "gigantic" microwave/fridge combo and looked around. "Umm... Water, V8, beer, iced tea..." "You guys carry everything don't ya. Haha. I'll have a water, thanks. So anyways, what do you do for fun Matty?" she asked as I handed her a bottle of Poland Spring. "Weird, only one other girl has ever called me Matty." "Oh, really? Who's this girl?" "Oh, just some girl I used to have a crush on since the sandbox. We haven't really seen each other since the beginning of high school." "I know how that is. It stinks," Larisa said. I wanted to be that bottle of water, to touch her lips... to have her enjoy me. "Yeah. Anyways... hobbies. I play guitar and bass, go to concerts, buy band t-shirts, masturbate constantly, hang out, listen to O&A, and Ron and Fez... Nothing special." "Those are the radio guys that got kicked off right?" she asked. "Yeah. I used to listen to them all the time at work. They were the only thing that got me through the day." "The government is so stupid. It was a funny bit and they didn't deserve to get kicked off." I was IN LOVE now. She was perfect for me. "Yeah, but what are you gonna do. You know." "Yeah. True," she said. "So how long have you been making music?" She was more at ease now, her hands behind her on the bed, supporting her as she leaned back. "Haha. I wouldn't exactly call it making music. I've been playing since I was a sophomore in high school. That's like 14... 15?" I had no idea. "That's really cool. Would you play something for me?" she asked as she looked over at Lee's guitar. He had an acoustic that had the dirtiest grimiest strings ever. It was like a six string bass with all the gunk on the strings (because bass strings are a lot thicker than guitar strings). But when Larisa asks me to play her something, I couldn't care less about that. "Okay. Any requests?" She shook her head no and told me anything I want. So now what do I play? Something heavy like Godsmack or Metallica, or something softer? "Do you know Everlong, by the Foo Fighters?" I asked as I picked up my roommates acoustic guitar. "Yeah, I like the acoustic version better than the CD one." "Awesome haha. Cause that's what you're gonna get. The acoustic version is definitely better." I was never so nervous playing before. I really wanted to impress her. I played and sang, looking into her eyes, "If everything could ever feel this real forever. If anything could ever be this good again..." When I finished she gave me a round of applause. "Thank you, thank you. You'll be here all week," I said. "Ha. You're good. I wish I could play like that. I've always wanted to learn but I never gave it a chance." I jumped in. "I'd be glad to try and teach you something. I read somewhere you like Linkin Park. Maybe we can do one of theirs." That's not true. She actually likes ska music, but I'd rather let my sons sleep over at a Catholic priest's house than include it in this story. "Sooo, you read about me on the internet, huh?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. I was speechless. "Um, yeah. Well I mean, I used to," I blurted out. She smiled and assured me, "Yeah I like them. What songs can you play Matt?" she asked. "All of them." Brad Delson isn't really the best guitar player out there, but he does what's best for the band. "How talented. Can you teach me how to play Crawling?" CAKE. "Sure." I took out my guitar from the case in the closet, the black James Hetfield Explorer, and gave it to her along with a pick. "This one's tuned for the song. Okay, all you do is move your finger from here, to here, to here, to there, and finally here. Go slow and you'll get it." I'm such a good teacher. She tried for a minute and couldn't get the hang of it. "Here stand up," I told her. I moved behind her and wrapped my arms around her, placing her finger on the correct frets. I couldn't help but notice how well groomed her fingers were. She could have been a hand model. They were incredibly soft. I bet they'd feel great on my dick. I put my hands over hers, guiding her along the neck to the proper chords. I breathed in the sweet strawberry scent of her hair. Larisa noticed what I was doing and leaned back slightly, resting herself against my chest. She began playing the song correctly and let out a small yell of achievement. "Yay." Larisa gave me back the guitar when she finished, and I put it back in the case. We both sat down on my bed, facing each other. "I have to say you are my best student." "Haha. I bet I'm your only student," she replied. I hesitated. Here goes. "...the best looking one," I told her. She blushed and smiled. "You really think I'm the best one?" "Yeah. You are definitely the most beautiful." Larisa put her hand on my knee as a smile spread across her angelic face. "You're too much. That's not what I meant, but thank you," she said and smiled at me. A feeling of awkwardness fell down on us. It was the weird feeling that a kiss was on its way, with both of us not sure who'd be the one to initiate it. It was just like a movie. RING. RING. The phone rang. We both kind of jumped, the phone coming out of nowhere. It totally broke up the moment we were having. WHO'SE THE SON OF A BITCH CALLING ME NOW!!! Of course, it was Lee. Guh. He and Michelle had finished doing their thing and wanted to get dinner. "Larisa, they're done making the rounds and are ready for dinner. Are you hungry?" "Yeah, actually. Airplane food is so bad. I haven't eaten all day," she answered. ---------------------------------- We left for dinner a few minutes later. We all picked up our trays and utensils and got on line. Normally, we'd smack the tray out of the hands of the group member who wasn't paying attention, but I couldn't do that to my future wife. We all took helpings of the "lasagna" being served, also known as slop, and got some drinks and sat down. We all began eating and conversing. Most of the time, Lee and Michelle had their own little conversation going, catching up on old times, leaving me and Larisa more time to get to know one another. We were really hitting it off, never having an awkward silence. Throughout dinner, our eyes locked together a few times. Michelle noticed the little staring game going on and motioned for Lee to look. "Heh," he said. "What's so funny?" I questioned. "It seems you two have a liking for one another," said Michelle. "Wellll... it turns out Matt and I happen to have a lot in common," she cutely remarked. A few minutes later, Larisa asked me if I would show her around the campus after we finished dinner. Naturally, I agreed. Finally, we all left the dining hall and went our separate ways: Lee and Michelle back to the dorm, and me and Larisa to see the sights. I decided to show her the nicer parts of the campus like the quad by the classrooms, the park, etc. We walked around for a good hour or so and talked, finding out more about each other, about musical tastes, the things we enjoy, qualities desired in a significant other. "So tell me, what's the perfect girl for you Matt?" "Hmmm. Well, I guess she'd have to be intelligent first of all. She doesn't have to be a rocket scientist, you know, but she can't be Adam Sandler in the beginning of Billy Madison... or at the end too. She would have a good sense of humor that is similar to mine, like not getting offended by a dirty joke and stuff like that. Um. She should to be easy to talk to. I like the kinda girl who doesn't always have to dress up. I think casual is better," I answered. Basically I told the truth and tried to throw in little qualities I noticed she possessed. "I'd really like to just find someone I can sit with and just be with. You know? Just get lost in her eyes and hold her. Make her feel loved." "Aww. That's so sweet," she said. "Hmm. Interesting. Well, what about looks?" she asked as we continued to walk along the sidewalk. I replied, "I'd prefer she look like you." She smiled. "Ah, JK JK." "Hey!" she yelled. "And who says JK?!" "I do. Clothing/style wise, I'm all over the place. I like everything from the skater or goth/punk look, or just plain jeans and a sweatshirt. Any G.N.D. qualities are great." "G.N.D.?" "Girl next door." "Haha. Oh really? And you came up with that term?" she laughed. "Well, I'm a scientist above all else. You know, trying to categorize the human species. Oh, and she should also have a warm smile." "You're too much. Well doctor, that sounds really nice. Haha." She was digging my humor, so that was good for me. "So, what kind of guys do you go for?" As I asked, I noticed she was chilly, so I offered her my jacket. I figured I'd score points as well. "Well, guys who offer chilly girls their jackets are on my list," she said half jokingly. I laughed. "Here, put this on," I said as I put my jacket around her shoulders. "But won't you be cold?" "Nah, I don't mind the cold weather," I told her. After I draped the jacket around her shoulders, I rubbed my hands up and down on her arms, trying to warm her, much like Zach did to Kelly in Saved by the Bell in the pool scene from the Jessie's dad's wedding episode. I looked into her eyes and she just stared back at me. We both leaned forward, our eyes shut. Our first kiss wouldn't be interrupted this time. Our lips met for the first time. It was a soft gentle kiss lasting only a second or two, but those seconds were a slice of heaven. She pulled back and smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back while brushing her hair to the side of her face. We didn't have to say anything. I could tell by the look on her beautiful face that she enjoyed the kiss as much as I did. I took her hand in mine and we continued walking through the tree covered quad in the crisp fall air. As we were on our way back Larisa said, "I forgot to ask before. Do you have a girlfriend?" I shook my head no. "Hmm. Good." "How's that good?" I asked. I knew exactly what she meant, but was playing around with her. "I didn't mean good for YOU Matthew." She winked as she flirted with me. "How come? You seem really sweet." I tried to explain to her about a previous girlfriend. "...My last girlfriend. I guess you could say she wasn't playing with a full deck. There were a lot of head games with her. It was ugly, and I should have gotten out of the relationship way earlier than I did. I haven't really had another girlfriend since then." "Oh... I'm sorry," she said hesitantly. "Hey, it's cool. Live and love. But uh... It really doesn't bother me at the moment." Larisa looked at me and just gave me a warm smile, holding onto my hand tighter. "So, what about you? Do you have anyone you're seeing?" I asked. "No, my last boyfriend was Joe, 'Tommy' from 3 rd Rock. We broke up a while ago. It just wasn't working out. You know, with working together and all." "Was he too busy making Angels in the Outfield 2 to spend time with you?" God I hate that kid. "Haha. No." I started flapping my arms up and down, making the angels signal. "They're always watching Larisa." "Hahaha. Oh stop," said Larisa as she playfully hit me. "Haha. Sorry." IFUCKING hate that kid. ---------------------------------- A little later on, Larisa and I went back to my room and decided to watch a movie to pass the time. "What do you want to watch?" I handed her a large stack of burned CDs. "Pick whatever you want." She shuffled through them looking for one. "100 Girls? Nice bootleg copy." "...Yeaaahh. ...Yeaahhh. Sorry." She laughed. "I don't care. As long as you enjoyed it, I'm happy." She fumbled through the stack. "Serendipity, Matt?" she asked while laughing at the CD. "Yeah, so what? Haha. I like all kinds of movies, and it's free. I'm gonna take advantage. And maybe I have a sweet romantic side. I'm full of surprises." She just laughed and said, "I guess we'll find out soon enough, won't we. Let's just watch Seinfeld." She lied down on my bed as I set up the computer. I turned around and Larisa scooted over, leaving some room for me to lie down next to her. Good Boy "Come here," she said while patting the area next to her. "There's plenty of room." I went over towards the bed and sat down next to her. Now I can tell people I was in bed with Larisa Oleynik. When she laughed, she looked like a beautiful angel. It was one of the nicest sights I had ever seen. Just f 'in adorable. A little while after we started to watch the episode where Kramer goes back to H&H bagel, Larisa rested her head upon my shoulder. At first I didn't really make a move. I didn't want to seem too forward, so I leaned my head to the side, resting it against hers. A few minutes later, I put my arm around her. It felt so nice to be with her, to be with someone at all actually. Having Larisa as the warm body next to me was a huge bonus though. Shortly after, she began to talk to me. "Matt, I really had a good time today so far. You're a really nice guy." Nice guy. The two dreaded words. "Thanks Larisa. Today is up there on my list too." She sat up and continued, "I don't know what it is, but something about you... just makes me so comfortable. I feel like I've known you longer than I do." I was in total shock. I didn't know what the hell to say to that. I mean, how do you respond to that coming from, I'm gonna say, the hottest girl ever in a Nickelodeon series, and especially one you've J.O.'d all over a picture of. "Larisa... spending time with you is just incredible." I hesitated. "You are so beautiful, you're funny, easy to talk to, intelligent..." "Oh Matt, you're making me blush." Her face was turning a little red and she couldn't hold back a smile. "And you look adorable doing it." Our heads moved towards each other. As we stared into one another's eyes, I brought my hand up to her face, slowly caressing the side of her head, brushing her golden brown hair back. "I really want to kiss you," I whispered to her. "I really want you to." I leaned in and kissed her. We sat there, our lips pressed against each other's. It was a slow, softhearted kiss. She placed her hand on the back of my head as I slipped my arm around her waist, rubbing her back. She was a fantastic kisser. Suddenly, my roommate walked in. "Oh shit, sorry," said Lee as he turned to leave. "What's going on?" asked a hyper Michelle as she pushed her way past him into the room to see what he saw. "Ooooh. Sorry. We didn't mean to interrupt you." Michelle had a huge grin on her face. "It's fine," said Larisa as she straightened up. "We were just watching Seinfeld." "Seinfeld, again Matt? Haven't you watched the series three times so far?" Lee asked through his chuckling. "Well I didn't think to break out a Max Hardcore movie," I shot back. "Don't think I enjoy a good porn Matt?" asked Larisa. Me and Lee just looked at each other in disbelief. "That's so f 'in hot," I mumbled. Well after they broke up our intimate encounter, Michelle pulled out two bottles of Absolut Vodka and Seagrams 7. "This should cheer you two up. I got your favorite, Riss," she said as she held the vodka a little higher. "Mmm, hot," said Larisa. Soon after, we all started drinking what Michelle brought and whatever beer was in our fridge as we listened to music and played drinking games. After a while, Larisa and I were pretty much drinking and talking amongst ourselves, while Lee and Michelle had their own thing going on. We were all really wasted. I was drinking 7&7 out of my pimp cup. I was hitting that pimp cup and I was hitting it hard. When I get drunk I become two things: fucking funny and retarded, and horny. I'll do anything for a laugh and Michelle knew it. "Matt, haha... run head first into the door," dared Michelle. "Oh, he'll do it," warned Lee. "Don't tempt him." I was pretty wasted. "Nooo Lee. I GOT THIS. Stand back and hit that jackass music." Next, I ran into the door at a decent speed, knocking myself onto the floor. Everyone was laughing hysterically. Larisa stumbled over to me to help me up. She tripped and fell onto me from being drunk and laughing so hard. It was quite a sight. I could probably touch her if she passes out and she wouldn't even know it. "Are you alright baby?" I asked. "Yea Maaatty. I'm greaaat," she said. You could tell she was drunk. "Matt can you please rub my shoulders? They're kinda sore," she asked while pouting like a little girl whose daddy wouldn't buy her a horse. She could ride me like a horse. Like I was an f' in stallion. Staron's stallion. BOYS CLUB BASEBALL WHAT!!!! WHAT!!! "Sure Alex Mack. Hahahaha." "Haha. You're damn right. Now rub me." I wish I could have isolated that for a sound byte because it was so friggen hot. She took off her sweatshirt revealing a tight little white tank top, which really emphasized her chest. She sat down on my bed in between my legs, leaning backwards into me. I began massaging her shoulders, kneading them as if they were dough and this was "Grillin' n Chillin' with Matt". "Mmmmmm, that feels really good." As I rubbed Larisa, she kept rocking her body back into me, rubbing herself against my dick. She seemed to get hornier when she was drunk, just like me. I wasn't fuckin complaining. She turned her head slightly and softly whispered, "Yeah, that feels amazing. You're so good at that. ...Please don't stop." By now I was hard as a rock and grinding back into her as I gave her a deep rubdown. I placed my lips on her neck, sucking on it a little and kissing down to her shoulder when Michelle got up and hurried to the bathroom, about to throw up. "Looks like we're done for tonight," said Lee. Slowly, Larisa got up and stumbled to the bathroom to help Michelle in any way she could. Everyone looked pretty beat. I assumed we'd all end up falling asleep soon. When they left, Lee and I started talking. "It looks like you two are having a good time together. You're lucky, she's so hot in person." "Yeah man, who woulda thought. I almost shitted myself and busted in my pants at the same time when I saw her," I commented. "Man she's amazing." Lee replied, "That's cool. I'll trade you?" "If it was anyone else, I'd probably say yeah," I answered. "Michelle's got some tig ol' bitties." "That she does," said Lee. ---------------------------------- At the same time, Larisa and Michelle were in the bathroom talking about us. "Are you okay Mich?" asked Larisa while she held her friends hair up as she leaned over the toilet. "Yeah I think so. It wasn't that much." Larisa left the stall and waited by the sink as Michelle cleaned herself up. "So what do you think of them?" she asked. "Lee is cool. Matt... he's amazing." "I told you he was. You two looked pretty cozy," Michelle commented as she threw some water in her mouth to get rid of the throw up taste. "Yeah, you did. I'm glad I came here with you. He's so nice and sweet. He's really cute too." "Yeah he is," agreed Michelle. "It feels like I've known him for years." "That's cool Rissy." "I swear, before I was about to jump him. He was rubbing my back and his dick got hard, so I was grinding into it. I started getting wet. Haha." "Geez Riss, you are one horny girl. How was it?" "Big. Haha." As they conversed, they cleaned themselves up for the night. "How do I look?" asked Larisa as she brushed her hair behind her ears, taking a final glance into the mirror to check her appearance. Michelle walked behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She lightly blew on Larisa's neck, running her tongue along it. "You look so sexy hun." Michelle slid her hands up Larisa's stomach, moving up to her breasts. "Mmm Michelle," she whispered quietly. Her friend had continued kissing her neck while playing with her tits through her shirt. Larisa put her hand back behind Michelle's head, pulling it closer to her. "Riss, I miss this." She squeezed Larisa's firm breasts through her tank top. All of a sudden, they heard a bang. The bathroom door opened as a girl from my floor entered. Michelle quickly took her hands off Larisa and they both walked out, pretending nothing had happened. ---------------------------------- A few minutes later they returned to the room. "Lee, do you care if we spend the night here? I really can't drive," asked Michelle. "Yeah it's cool. I don't want you driving now anyway," he said. Ah. An intelligent statement. Finally. "Well, how will we do the sleeping arrangements?" she asked. It was weird for her because she used to go out with Lee, and she sort of had a boyfriend back at school. However, I had a feeling Lee would try to hook up with her again. I would if I were him. "Well, you can sleep in my bed." "Okay, thanks. I missed sleeping in a bed with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sheets." Lee had ordered a used pair of turtle kids size sheets off Ebay. Man that's dirty. "Rissy, why don't you sleep in Matt's bed. I'm sure he won't mind." Michelle sure was subtle. She put Larisa on the spot, causing her to become a little embarrassed. She replied, "Whatever, I could sleep on the floor or a chair, or wha..." "No you won't," I cut in. "You're taking my bed. I'll sleep in my chair." Even though we were feeling each other up a short while ago, I didn't want to seem too forward. I didn't know how she'd react. I'm such a pussy! "I'm not gonna put you out. We'll just share." "Don't worry. I won't pull anything," I assured her. "Besides a fast one?" said Lee. "........Okay yeah. That's a good one," I said. I had to give him some props for trying. Wow. Now I'm SLEEPING next to the girl I've fantasized about for so long. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I didn't want bad breath if I was lying next to a celebrity. I came back to find Lee and Michelle spooning in bed, half asleep. I went behind my desk chair and quickly changed into a clean t-shirt and gym shorts. You pick up stuff like how to quickly and inconspicuously change clothes when having a roommate in a small dorm room. "Ahhhhh I'm sleepy," yawned Larisa as she came back to the room. She went down to the backpack they brought with them for something to put on. She looked at Lee's bed and saw they had fallen asleep. "I'll turn around and let you get changed," I said. I figured there was nothing wrong with being a gentleman. Hopefully, I would get to see her in her underwear another time. "Okay. I'm done." I turned around. Evidently, I would see that sight sooner than I anticipated. I was stunned by her sleeping attire. My jaw dropped as I looked her up and down. She was wearing little black cotton panties and a skimpy red spaghetti strap tank top. Her body was more amazing than I thought it would be. Her legs were so toned. Thighs like what. What. What. Baby move your butt... ALL NIGHT LONG. She definitely looked hotter now than she did in all the pictures I had of her. Well, she was like thirteen in most of them. Still good! Still good! "Ah ha, black panties!" I blurted out, quoting 10 Things. She giggled. "Haha. I hope you don't mind my asking, but do you have a pair of pajama pants I can wear? I usually wear stuff like this to bed in the summer, but I don't have anything else here." Call it stupidity or just being a nice guy. "I don't mind at all. You're welcome to whatever I have in the closet." God knows why I volunteered to give her more clothing to cover up her semi-naked body. "Thank you. Let's see." She pulled out a pair of blue hospital scrubs. My grandfather stole a bunch of pairs years ago during a construction job at a hospital. She pulled the scrubs over her panties and crawled into bed. Larisa lied closest to the wall. I followed her and pulled the covers over us. Good thing it was a small bed, for obvious reasons. We lied there face to face for a second, gazing into each other's eyes. "Thank you," she whispered to me. "I had a great time today." With that she gave me a kiss on the cheek. "It was my pleasure." "Goodnight Matt." "Goodnight Larisa." She rolled over onto her shoulder, facing the wall. I just lied there trying to let what happened today settle in. I met the hottest girl in the world, made out with her, and now I'm sharing a bed with her. If Aunt Becky from Full House came into my room tomorrow, I'd be satisfied for the rest of my life. We lied there for a few minutes in silence. I couldn't help but think about what she was feeling and thinking about at that moment. My hard dick on her ass, that's what. Just kidding. Just kidding. "Matt," she whispered. "I'm cold. Can you put your arm around me?" "Yeah, sure." I rolled over onto my side and put my one arm under my head and the other over her side, resting it on her stomach. She backed into me, and I pulled her even closer. I tugged at my blanket and pulled it up higher on us to keep us warmer. Larisa put her arms over my hand, holding it in place. "This is much better. Thanks." I held her so close to me. I could feel her move with my chest as I breathed in and out and I'm sure she could feel my mega raging boner pressed against her back. It felt amazing. What I was feeling was indescribable. Thoughts raced through my head. Was I not forward enough? We were making out and with roaming hands before. Should I not have offered her more clothes? Eventually, my feelings of paranoia faded and I drifted off to sleep. What would tomorrow have in store? That was the last thing I thought before slipping away. ---------------------------------- When I opened my eyes the next morning I found myself face to face with the most beautiful chick in the world. It was about eleven A.M. I didn't get out of bed immediately because of morning wood. I really didn't have to piss all that badly either. I just lied there watching her sleep, letting the image of Larisa burn into my memory. Normally, chicks look ugly in the morning. They got that drool thing going on. Yuck. Their hair is a mess. Not Ms. Mack. She looked adorable. Finally, she slowly opened her eyes. She smiled through her squinting and mumbled lowly, "Good morning." Michelle and Lee were already up. He was on his computer with headphones on, listening to music. Michelle wasn't there, but was probably in the bathroom or something. Larisa kept blinking her eyes to wake up. She whimpered, "What are you doing?" "Watching you sleep." "Aww. You really are a sweetheart," she whispered. We lied there for a few minutes with our eyes closed, trying to round up any motivation to get out of bed. A few minutes later, Michelle came back in the room and Lee took off the headphones. All the commotion caused us to finally get out of bed. Michelle looked at her friend. "Riss, we should probably go back to my house and shower and stuff." "Yeah. I could use one," she replied. They both gathered up all their stuff and got dressed. "Well, thanks for letting us come over and spend the night," said Michelle. "Thanks for the alcohol," I replied. "Matt, are you doing anything later?" asked Larisa. Just procrastibating. "Just putting off some reading. Why? What's up?" It's masturbating as a means of procrastinating. "Well I thought maybe we could hang out or something. You know... if you weren't busy." "No. That would be great Larisa." I couldn't believe she asked me out on a date. "Well, Michelle has your number, and here's my screen name too," she said as she wrote it down on a sheet of paper from my desk. Well that screen name was going on the top of my buddy list. That's for sure. Maybe I'd even put it in its own little group. "Great. I'll be in touch, and I'll see you later tonight I guess," she said as she gave me a hug. Then, her and Michelle left the room. "Lee, I'm in love," I said, waiting a couple seconds after they left. "Haha." "I'm gonna take a shower. I'll be back." I grabbed my shampoo, soap, and towel and walked to the bathroom. The elevator hadn't yet stopped at our floor and I saw the girls waiting. I walked up behind them and said, "One's probably broken. Nothing works in this building." "Yeah, I figured," replied Michelle. "Oh. I forgot," said Larisa. She leaned forward and gave me a nice slow kiss. "That's for being such a good host. Haha." The elevator arrived right after and we gave our final goodbyes. "See you later tonight," I said as the door closed. A guy from my floor happened to be in the lounge watching us as he read for his class. "Was that...?" "Yeah... HOW ARE YOU." I turned and left to go shower. ---------------------------------- For all the ladies out there... and the mo's. I turned the water on piping hot and got into the shower. I couldn't help but think about yesterday's events. I remembered the smooth feel of Larisa's skin, the sweet smell of her hair, her soft lips. My dick started to get hard. 'Oh what the hell' I thought. I poured some shampoo on my hand and began slowly rubbing my cock. Soap burns more if you use it as a lube. As I stroked my throbbing D, I envisioned a little fantasy overemphasizing our make out session from the day before. I imagined me running my hand over her ass and squeezing it. I kept jerking it, faster and faster. 'Oh fuck' I thought, 'This feels so good.' I had to lean back against the shower wall to keep my balance. I imagined feeling my hard prick rubbing against her ass as we slept, and me grinding into her body. "Uh... uh," I moaned. I tried to keep it quiet incase someone walked in without me hearing. I felt my balls start to tingle as I bucked my hips back and forth, fucking my hand. My nuts were about to explode. Finally, I shot my load. 'Oh Larisa' I thought as I shot three thick streams of hot cum across the shower stall. Oh man. I slowly jerked my dick, milking out the rest of my seed. I felt so relieved. No blue balls for this kid. After I caught my breath, I scrubbed my back with soap from leaning on the shower wall. God knows what sick things people do in the showers here... ---------------------------------- For the rest of the day, I couldn't stop thinking about my date with Larisa. I tried to keep my mind occupied by actually reading for my history class. Lee was doing some studying for his psychology exam a few days ahead. "So what are you two gonna do later on?" he asked me. "Probably fuck. Unless you cock block." "I bet. You can show her all the pictures of her you have on your computer. That should take a while." "I'm gonna save that for later on. I don't want to be the creepy guy right of the bat." "Take her out to that new restaurant that opened up downtown. I heard it wasn't a total rip off." "Yeah I guess. But I'll have to dress up. Man, I hate this shit," I complained. If there was one thing I hated more than hot weather and Puerto Ricans, it was dressing up. Oh you guys know I'm kidding. I hate wearing long pants and dress shirts and crap like that. I had enough of that in the private high school I went to. Sometimes a guy just wants to wear a Godsmack or other band t-shirt and cargo shorts... for a week or two straight. Or for a whole semester – Gary. "Yeah, but you want to impress her right?" "Yeah, but if I wanted to impress her, I could whip out my junk." "Or your porn CD spindles. That impresses me." So I have a few hundred CDs filled with porn. That don't make you a bad person. "Point taken. Maybe I should give her a call." As I went for the phone it started ringing. "Hello." "Hey, Matt? It's Larisa." "Hey. I was just about to call you. Would you like to go out to dinner tonight? And maybe a movie afterwards?" "Yeah that sounds great. What kind of restaurant do you feel like going to?" she asked with some excitement in her voice. Good Boy "There's this new Italian place downtown. I thought maybe we could try that. But it's a nicer place. I don't know what kind of clothes you have with you," I said. "That sounds good. I can always borrow some of Michelle's clothes that she didn't bring to school." "Great. I'll call for a reservation and get back to you. Okay?" "Yep. Bye Matt." "Bye." I hung up with Larisa and called 411 for the number of the place. Apparently they were really busy and couldn't give us anything. The restaurant, not 411. I called Larisa back to let her know what happened. "Turns out it is really busy tonight and I couldn't get a reservation. SO... if you'd like to see a movie and we'll see where it goes from there...?" "Sure. That sounds great," she said. "Okay. So cancel on the dress. I'd pick you up but I don't have a car on campus." "Oh that's alright. Michelle and Lee are going to hang out tonight, so don't worry about it. Michelle, what time tonight?" she yelled to her friend. "She said we'll be over around 7:30." "Okay. See ya then." "Can't wait. Bye Matthew." I hung up the phone. "Shit. It's quarter to seven. I hate being rushed," I said to Lee. "Maybe if you didn't need as much time as a girl to get ready, you wouldn't be complaining." "I hope your hard drive fails." That's such a cruel thing to say to a college student. I looked through my closet trying to find something nicer. Not overkill, but trying to look like I cared. I settled on some nicer jeans and a polo shirt. "Lee, my mom was right when she told me to get some nicer clothes in case something ever came up." She always yelled at me, 'You can't wear those friggen Metallica shirts all the time.' She was right. "Lee, funerals and movie stars can occur at any time, so you best be prepared." "Haha." I shaved my face and nuts, got dressed, and waited for the girls to come. Lee came back from the student center as I was getting dressed. He also commented on my wardrobe. "Dude you haven't been outside, have you? It's like 65 degrees. You're gonna die in those jeans." Lee, like me, was not a fan of any weather above 55 degrees... or Puerto Ricans. No more jokes. I promise. I decided to put on a pair of cargo shorts. It was about 7:20 or so when we heard a knock at the door. "Hey guys," said Michelle. "Hey," replied Lee. "What's up?" I asked. Larisa followed her into the room and I stood up to greet her. "Wow. You look... gorgeous." She had on khaki capri pants and a black shirt, with a light jacket over it. She looked incredible. "Thank you. You look pretty good yourself." "Thanks. Um. Here's a list of movies that are playing," I said as I handed her the newspaper. We looked over the movies and times and decided on seeing Anger Management. It started at eight so we'd have plenty of time to walk to the local theater and find seats. I was also excited about the student discount. "Well guys, we're off," I said. "All right. See you later," said Lee. "You two kids have a good time now," Michelle joked as she sat down in my chair. ---------------------------------- We took the elevator down, left the dorm, and began walking to the theater that was a few blocks away. "Guess what. Apparently, Michelle wants to hook up with Lee." "Really?" I asked. "Yep. She was talking about him all day. She's been on the outs with her boyfriend and decided to hook up with him when she's here." "Well, they have the room to themselves tonight don't they." Larisa laughed. "Yep. I'm sure they'll have fun." We continued to make small talk on the way there. One of the topics we were talking about was pranks we've done to people or were on the receiving end of. "That reminds me of this prank me and my friends pulled when we were younger. There was this old lady in the neighborhood where we lived, that, ya know, would always yell at us kids. She'd yell when we would just walk past her house. And we were like thirteen years old. One night, it was, uh, it was the night before Halloween. We called it 'Mischief Night'. You know?" "Mmhm, I know. And I had a neighbor like that too." "Oh. So then you can relate. Well, we snuck into her house, and we went through the back door while she was watching TV. We took her and threw her over the top of the couch. And then we pulled her dress up over her head and each of us mounted her. There was like five of us. And she had to be like seventy-five years old. And she'd be like 'Stop. Stop,' but you know, we were all happy and excited, because we were losing our virginity." The look on Larisa's face was priceless. She was in total shock. "And then at the end I go, 'Wait a minute. What if she tells?' So we, uh, she had a kerosene lamp, and we poured it all over her and the couch, and we lit it. And we tore out of there. I could remember lying there at night, and I could hear the fire trucks and the ambulance. And I had the covers over my head, and I was just laughing. And then the next morning, and this is the funny part of it. My mom, she uh, she said to me, 'Did you hear Ms. Hoit burned to death?' And I was all like, 'Oh, huh? I didn't know,' trying not to laugh. ...But you know. That's just some of the crazy stuff you do as a kid." She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and just stared at me, trying to read the expression on my face. All of a sudden, she burst out laughing hysterically. "That's got to be the funniest thing I've ever heard." She obviously knew I was kidding. "Haha. You're so awesome for finding that amusing," I told her. "Did you make that up?" she inquired as we continued walking. "No. I stole that bit," I admitted. "Haha. Well, it's classic." ---------------------------------- We arrived at the movie theater a few minutes later. I paid for our tickets and asked if she wanted anything to snack on. "No thanks," she said. So much for the penis in the bag of popcorn trick. We made our way into the pretty empty theater. I told her, "Pick a seat. I don't care where." Larisa scoped out the place for a second and led me by the hand to an empty row in the back corner of the theater. We sat down just a few minutes before the lights dimmed and the previews started. "I hope it's good." "I heard it was pretty funny," she said. "You know, Michelle told me what a big fan of mine you are." I was nervous. Who knows what Michelle told Larisa about me. "Really? How big a fan did she tell you I was?" On second thought, I was nervous and embarrassed. "About seven inches." "..........." Uhhhhhhh. "I'm only kidding." Haha. Haha. Where's Ashton? Because I just got Punk'd. "Oh man. Haha... ...You got me good." She almost gave me a heart attack, but I was in the clear. "But I heard you have a nice collection of pictures on your computer." Busted. I tried to quickly form an excuse in my head. "I just remember growing up watching Alex Mack, having just the hugest crush on you." "Haha. Aww." She put her hand on my leg and turned her body to face me more. "That's so cute." "So I just never got rid of them. And of course, I gotta keep updating the collection so I don't look like a pedo with an entire folder of pics from when you're thirteen years old." She laughed and playfully squeezed her hand on my knee. "You're too much Matt," she giggled. "You really need to get in Maxim or FHM... so that folder doesn't make me look creepy." "Ha. I couldn't pull that off. I don't look half as good as the models in there." "Oh stop it," I told her. "You're more beautiful than any girl they've had on there." And I meant it. "Really?" she blushed. "Larisa, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. No one else compares to you." I was really laying it on strong, but I meant every word of it. "Awwww. Matthew." Her face was covered in a giant smile. She brought her hand to my face. "You're so sweet," she said as she leaned in and kissed me gently. I still couldn't believe my dream girl liked me. We sat close to each other in the small theater seats, our shoulders resting on one another's. "But I bet you get that a lot," I said, "people having crushes on you." "Yeah. I used to. Some people were really freaky. I kind of faded out of the spotlight. Even walking here, we got a few small glances, but no one was coming up asking me to autograph stuff. You know?" "Yeah. Well, you should be more famous I think." "Well if I was more famous, we may not be sitting here together." "True." Finally, the movie started. A few minutes into it, I looked at her hands resting on her legs. I made a move for her right hand. She was on my left hand side. It worked out we approached the row from the side that we did, and that I let her go in first. I can't make a move to my right side. I have to go left or it feels weird. I have no game to my right. I placed my hand on top of hers. She then took my hand and held onto it. This went on for a half hour or so. So far the movie wasn't too special. There were some funny parts, nothing hilarious though. We did laugh a few times. She had the cutest laugh, nothing too loud or obnoxious. It was just the epitome of cuteness. At one point, I looked over at her during a funny part. Larisa looked just incredibly lovable when she laughed. Her head turned towards me, with the smile remaining on her face. She leaned over towards me, resting on my arm, her head lying on my shoulder. I let go of her hand and put my arm around her. From time to time we'd look at one other and smile, every so often, leaning closer together. At one point while we looked at each other, she whispered into my ear, "Matt... kiss me." I looked deep into her brown eyes, tilted my head and went in. My eyes shut and I felt Larisa's lips touch mine. Our lips fit so perfectly together. We continued to kiss like that for a few more seconds until I felt her tongue part my lips and slip into my mouth. I reached my hand out to her face, caressing her cheek. I began kissing her more deeply, massaging her tongue with mine. My dick was so hard. Soon, she was forcefully kissing me and biting my lower lip. We ended up in a sort of embrace, my other arm wrapped around her body. I hated this armrest more than anything right now. Larisa had her hand gripping the back of my head, her fingers digging into my short hair. I caressed her back, eventually moving up and down on the side of her body. I could feel the side of her breast through her shirt with the palm of my hand. "Mmm," she moaned. She moved her hand onto my thigh, rubbing and working her way up and inside. What she did next surprised the shit out of me. When she reached my cock, I felt her give it a squeeze. "Is this for me?" she whispered softly into my mouth while still kissing me. 'Oh God,' I thought. If I wasn't such a man, I would have came right in my pants from the surprise. Larisa Oleynik, with her sweet exterior, had an inner wild side, a horny side. I fucking love it. She started kissing away from my mouth to the side of my head, nibbling on my earlobe. Next she slid her tongue in my ear, causing me to have a flashback from my first time at a strip club. This hot ass girl was giving me a dance, licking my ear and moaning in it. About one minute after she started dancing, she got off me and left to go on stage. What a fucking waste of twenty bucks. I was so pissed off. It could have been one of the hottest dances I would have ever gotten. She looked like Christina Aguilera with a drug problem. So hot. Stupid bitch. Anyway. "Lean back," she told me. I scooted back into my chair, obeying her. Her kisses trailed back towards my mouth. The whole time she continued rubbing my dick through my shorts. God. This felt so good. She gripped my cock through my pants like Anna Kournikova with a tennis racket, moving her hand up and down as much as she could through the clothing. "Oh, Larisa..., " I softly moaned. "What are you doing?" "Just relax Matt. I want you to enjoy this." Ziiiiiip. Yowzah. She undid my fly and slid her hand inside my shorts, rubbing my aching dick through my boxers. HOLY SHIT! She's going to go down on me in a theater! It's so sad I half sang that to myself the way Alanis Morissette sang that line in that song of hers. She pulled my hard cock out through the hole in the front of my boxers. My member was standing at full attention. She kept kissing me deeply and ferociously as her hand moved up and down on my shaft. "Oh god," I whispered. She looked right into my eyes as she stroked me. It made it that much hotter. Larisa situated herself into a more comfortable position and gave me one final look as she lowered her head down to my dick, timidly placing a kiss on the head. As Larisa fondled me, she pulled my nuts out of my underwear. With one hand, she cupped and massaged them, delicately squeezing and rolling them in her fingers as if they were a couple of huge marbles. Her other hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, angling it towards her mouth. She worked her tongue around the tip of my dick in circular motions, every so often moving her head down, taking some of me into her mouth. I was in heaven. Getting head was one thing. Getting head in a movie theater by Larisa Oleynik was something totally different. She took more and more of my dick into her mouth as her head bobbed up and down, like a buoy in water. I had my hand on her back, underneath her shirt, rubbing her soft bare skin up and down. "Uhhmm. Uhhhhh." She made little moaning and slurping noises as she gave me the hottest blowjob I've ever received. It was such a rush to get oral treats in a public place. I did my best not to make too much noise. I didn't want to attract any attention from our fellow moviegoers. I placed my hand on Larisa's head, letting her motions guide it up and down. She knew exactly what to do and didn't need any instruction. She twisted her hand back and forth around my shaft as she sucked me off. Any noise we were making was barely audible due to the volume of the movie. I looked around to see if anyone was onto us. No one seemed to notice our little erotic display, but I couldn't help think she purposely picked a seat in the back in an empty section for this very reason. Maybe she was planning to give me head the whole time. God that was hot. She was still playing with my huge cum filled balls, squeezing and lightly smacking them. Larisa had no problem swallowing all seven and a half inches of my throbbing rod. I felt her deepthroat me, my cock moving down her throat. Soon after, she began licking my balls as she jacked me off. She licked my sack and took a nut in her mouth, sucking on it like an ice pop. Good thing I just shaved my danger zone. It was nice and hairless for her. Larisa brought her head up and moaned. "Mmm. I love it when it's all shaved down. So smooth," she said as her hand manipulated my penis. She looked up at me seductively, licking her lips with her tongue. I thought I was going to come any minute. This girl was fucking horny. She could sense I was about to orgasm by my sporadic and jerky movements and heavy breathing. Because of that, she started sucking me off hard. She deepthroated me again as I gyrated my hips upward, gently fucking her mouth. "Ohhhh. Uhhnn. Larisa... ah.... now. Uh," I whispered very lowly. I tried to keep as quiet as possible as I came in her mouth. YAHTZEE!!! "Uuuuhhhhh. Fuck," I whispered again. I felt spurt after spurt of cum erupt from my pee hole. As I stared to climax, she slammed her head down onto me, swallowing my whole shaft, forcing it deep into her throat. She engulfed my entire dick, my balls touching on her chin. I had to reach back with both arms and grab the nearby seats, squeezing them to ease the shakes and jitters my body was producing. "Mmmm. Mmmmm." She let all of my cum go right down her throat, straight to her stomach. She sucked every drop of my seed out from my dick, squeezing and milking any remaining jizz out with her hand. Larisa grabbed my still hard dick and licked it up and down again, staring into my eyes. "Mmmm. You taste so good Matthew." She sat up and leaned in to kiss me. Fuck if she did just sip my D. I didn't care. I closed my eyes and kissed her so hard and so deep. "Larisa. Fuck. That was amazing. Thank you." That was all I could think to say. I was still in shock, letting it settle in. She kissed me again. "I wanted to do that since you rubbed my shoulders last night. I'm so attracted to you. I just couldn't control myself anymore." "God Riss. I want you too. I've wanted you for years." "Oh yeah baby? Well now you have me," she whispered as her forehead rested against mine. She kissed me once more, licking my lips, then leaned her head on my shoulder and went back to enjoying the movie. I once again put my arm around Larisa and pulled her into me, nice and close, and we watched the rest of the movie. The movie wasn't really that good. There were funny parts, but it wasn't as funny as it looked. However this movie experience was one I'd never forget. "Oh dear," she said as she glanced down at my crotch. "I forgot." It turns out she forgot to put my dick back in my pants. "Haha. I forgot too," I laughed. Larisa stuffed me back into my shorts and zipped me up just as the houselights came on. "Boy that would have been awkward." "Tell me about it," Larisa added. ---------------------------------- We waited for the crowd of people to leave before we made our exit. I held her around her slim waist as we departed the room. "What did you think?" I asked. "The movie was okay, but I had a GREAT time," she said to me, winking. "I'm kind of hungry... and REALLY thirsty. Do you want to grab something?" "Yeah, definitely." I slid my hand down to her butt and squeezed. "Is this okay?" "That's NOT what I meant," she laughed. "Oh, I see. Well, there's a diner around the corner. Is that cool?" "Yeah that's fine," she said. "You can leave your hand on my ass if you want. I don't mind," she said as she cracked a smile. "Nice." We walked down the street, discussing parts of the movie we liked. And yes, my hand was still on her ass. Well actually, I slid it into her back pocket. Same thing. She never brought up our sexual escapade as we walked to get a bite to eat. ---------------------------------- The diner was crowded but the waitress managed to get us a booth after a short wait. We sat down on opposite sides of the table. "Something to drink?" asked the waitress. "Can I get a coke?" said Larisa as she removed her jacket. "Diet coke, no lemon, no ice," I added. Larisa was like, 'what the fuck?' "Sure. Do you need a few minutes?" "Yes please," said Larisa. We both flipped through the menus, looking for something appealing. A few minutes later the waitress came back. "Are you two ready?" "Yes, I'll have some fries and gravy please," she answered. The waitress looked at me. "I'll have a cheeseburger deluxe, well done." Never anything besides a cheeseburger deluxe, well done. Ever. "Okay. Very good," the waitress said as we handed her the menus. We got to talking about past relationships and our love lives as we waited for our food. "So how many boyfriends have you had?" I asked my date. "Hmm. Probably... like ten. Only like three were serious though. What about you? Girlfriends I mean." "I've only had four." "Really?" She sounded very surprised. "How come?" "Well, I've always been the 'friend' and not the boyfriend. Most common answer given was that I was too nice. So, whatever. "I see." "They went out with jerks who screwed them over and treated them like crap. They'd rather have me there to pick up the pieces." "Yeah. I understand what you mean. I hate girls like that, cause after they get hurt enough, they go with guys like you. Sweet, nice, and caring guys. They wouldn't get hurt if they did that from the start." Good Boy "I know, right. Thanks. Two of them were serious. The first was during sophomore in high school. I was in LOVE with this girl. Like talking on the phone every night and falling asleep together on the phone. But she treated me like shit. I'll spare you the details," I told her. "I guess it helped me grow and all that crap. I'm just more wary of relationships now though." "That bites... So what about the second girl?" "Lainey. I met her through a friend in high school. We really hit it off and stuff. She was amazing, made me feel good about myself. We laughed a lot. But we never got to really see each other. She was also a cheerleader." "Haha. Cheerleader huh? You stud." "Yeah. Pimpin, been since pimpin, been since pimpin. So she always had that to do after school, and her job was at a family business, so she would get called in without notice. Because it was family she didn't want to piss them off, so she never said no. Plus she needed the cash. We never got to see each other so we ended up breaking it off right before the prom." "That sucks. It's hard when you can't see someone. So did you go with her?" "No. Well I didn't go to my prom. I didn't want to. She thought it was weird I wasn't asking her to go with me to mine when we were still together. Then she found out why and understood. I really didn't want to go. Neither did two thirds of my class. It was empty, like 36 out of 93 kids. Anyway, I don't dance, I didn't wanna get dressed up. Blah blah. I was supposed to go with her to hers. After we broke up, I was like 'Look, maybe you'd have more fun going with someone else, someone who likes that sort of thing.' She said maybe I was right. Anyway, we stayed in touch and she got a new boyfriend. She really likes him. He treats her well. She's happy. So, I'm happy for her." "That's sweet of you. Well, let me tell you. You're a wonderful catch. I know that already, even from being with you for only two days." "Thank you. I'm sorry to bore you with all this. I just... I never talk about it. It feels good to finally get it of my chest. I normally just keep all my relationship stuff to myself," I said as the waitress arrived with our food. "Sorry. We're really busy tonight," said the waitress. "It's all right. Thank you," I replied. "Thanks," added Larisa as she got her plate. "So, tell me more about your past love life?" I asked. She picked at her fries and agreed to. "Well, going back to prom... I didn't go to mine either. Well, senior prom I didn't. I was doing a movie at the time. But I went to my junior prom," she explained. Well... like I said I had about ten boyfriends. They were during middle school and high school. Some were guys I met through acting. The first serious one was this guy Brad I knew from when I was little. We shared our first kiss and stuff... were best friends and all. You know the story." "Yeah. I had one of those." "The next was a guy I met in high school. Jason." She stopped to take another fry. "We were hot and heavy. We went out for over a year and he took me to my junior prom. He was my first time too. So he's pretty special to me. How was your first time?" "I've... never... actually... had a first time." Larisa looked very surprised while I looked pretty fuckin embarrassed. "Really? You're a virgin?" she asked, her eyes opened wide in disbelief. "Yeah." I said quietly, looking down at the table. "Matt... I'm sorry for how I just reacted." She hesitated, not sure what to say. "It's okay if you are," she reassured me. She lowered her voice. "How come? If you don't mind my asking?" "Well... there are a couple reasons." I hesitated. "First off, I'm not one of those straight edge kids and I have done everything else besides sex. It's just... I didn't want my first time to be a random drunk hookup or something. I didn't care about the other girls enough to sleep with them, besides the psycho, and the last thing I needed with her was sexual problems tacked onto our dysfunctional relationship. She'd probably poke holes in the dom or something." "Haha. Oh dear." "I know. With Lainey, it just never happened. We had talked about doing it after the prom, but then we broke it off. I didn't want to go just for the possibility of getting some. I don't mean to be like a weirdo, but I wanted the first time to be romantic and special and all, with someone I really cared about. There just weren't any people like that." "I understand." She hesitated. "About before, in the movies, I don't want you thinking I'm a slut. I don't do that all the time. It's just... well, I told you before. I am really attracted to you," she said nervously. "I just feel like we have this strong and amazing connection. When I find someone like that... I don't know. ...And I just like sex and all that stuff..." It was adorable how she was rambling from being nervous. "I don't think you're that at all. I understand what you mean. I'm not complaining. That back there was a dream... a fantasy come true. When you find someone you really dig, it's only natural to want to fool around," I assured her. "I REALLY like sex and fooling around," Larisa said seductively, with a wicked smile. Yeah. How are you. To hear this coming from her was a dream come true. I fantasized about Larisa being a nasty little girl underneath the sweet exterior, like she had an evil twin, just like that episode of Alex Mack where she gets an evil twin and it dresses up in those sexy punk clothes. SO hot. It turned me on so much to hear her say anything dirty. "That's so f 'n hot," I commented in my Ron of Ron and Fez voice. "Oh really now Matty." She started tugging the collar of her shirt down, exposing her neck and collarbone, and biting her bottom lip as she closed her eyes. "Is this hot too? Does this turn you on too?" she asked playfully with a naughty look. "Yeah. It does." "Well, I guess I know what to say when I want you in the mood," she sexily joked. ---------------------------------- We finished eating, I paid the check, and we left the diner. It was about 10:45 when we finally got back to my dorm. In the elevator I asked, "So what do you want to do?" "I don't know, but I think we should knock first in case our pals are getting it on." She laughed as I opened the door to my room. Lee was half asleep. There was a note on my desk from Michelle. It read, 'Larisa, sorry but I had to go home for something. Lee said it would be all right if you slept with Matt. =) I'll be around tomorrow. Sorry. I owe you. – Michelle'. "Well, I hope you don't me crashing here again. Michelle had to go home. Do you mind?" she asked as she read the note. "No, of course not. Anything that involves sleeping with you is fine by me," I said jokingly. Lee got up and was going towards the door. "Where are you goin?" "Bathroom. Michelle and I got bad X-nese." He was probably going to shit his brains out. It usually gave you diarrhea within two or three hours. But when the workers know you as a repeat customer, the extra helpings are hard to pass up. "X-nese?" Larisa asked. "Yeah. For some reason, one day I thought that you could substitute "X" for "Chi" in Chinese like you do with "Christ" in Christmas. From that day on we just started calling it X-nese," I explained. "Hmm... yeah." She probably thought I was retarded. Next, Larisa commented to my statement about sleeping with her. "So Matthew. I didn't know I was such a dream to sleep with. People usually complain I take all the covers." "Well, this blanket is huge enough for the both of us." I had stolen my parents king sized comforter. The thing was so fucking comfortable I didn't care if it did have flowers on it. It's so emo. "But if somehow you take them all, I'll give you a neck slap." She snarled her lip. "Punk." We both went to our respective bathrooms and got ready for bed. Lee was in there shitting his brains out, just as I predicted. "You okay in there?" I asked. "Yeah. How are you." In a time like that, what can you do besides take a wad of wet paper towels and throw them at him. "EAGLE ONE! FOX TWO!" Then, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, etc. and came back to Larisa taking off her pants. "It's really hot in here," she commented. "Yeah they must have the heat cranked up again. One ass clown complains to housing that she's cold and they turn this place into a sauna." It was pretty hot, even for a normal person like her. "Yeah. I'll open the windows?" she asked as she moved towards one. "Yeah please," I said. Larisa was wearing only a pair of baby blue panties and her tight black shirt. As she leaned over my desk to open the window I had an excellent view of her ass sticking out, as if she was presenting it to me. It was such a nice ass, so tight and smooth. Just a thing of beauty. I walked up behind her and put my hands on her waist. "This is nice," she said as I pulled her into me. She pulled my arms around her stomach and leaned back into me, her head tilted sideways. I tenderly placed my lips on her upper neck, softly sucking on the area by her ear, an erogenous zone according to my Maxim. My dick started to get hard again. She definitely noticed it. "You better control that thing. Remember, Lee will be back any minute. I don't think your huge dick poking through your pants is what he wants to see before he goes to sleep." "Hmm. Unless he's a mo. I HOPE you're right," I joked as I squeezed her in my arms, holding her there in a loving embrace. I hesitated before letting go. "Okay. Let's go to sleep." "Good idea," Larisa said. We both climbed into my bed, me first this time. Lee came back into the room, looking exhausted. "Are you all right Lee?" "...Yeaaah. How are you." That was a no. "Thanks for the bombs." He grabbed his headphones and put on some music and went to sleep, rolling over facing away from us. "Bombs?" she asked. "Just a few wet wads of paper towels. That's all." I explained what we did to each other with them. "You guys are too much," she laughed. I put my arm around Larisa, pulling her tight against me, much like the other night, except for the lack of clothing this time. She kept wiggling her ass into my groin, keeping my cock nice and hard. I brushed her hair to behind her head and began to suck on her neck once more. Larisa let out a little moan and kept working her body into mine. Feeling adventurous, I slid the hand holding her under her shirt, letting it rest on her bare stomach. I rubbed it gently back in forth over her belly button, feeling her warm, smooth, silky skin against my hand. Her stomach was so flat and tight. I guess she needed to be toned up for that movie where she was a dancer. I slowly inched it farther upward towards her breasts. Eventually I reached her tits and ran my hands over them, squeezing them. "Unngh." She continued to moan softly as I groped her body. I squeezed her tit in my hand as I kissed and sucked harder on her neck and shoulder. My fingers playfully rolled over her hard nipple, pinching and pulling it between my fingers. I pushed my rock hard cock against her ass through her tiny panties. She reached back with her left hand, grabbing my ass through my gym shorts, digging her fingers in. She allowed her arm to follow the motion of my rhythmic humping, letting my gyrations guide her body's movements with mine. Soon we were dry fucking each other through our clothes. "Uhhh. Uhhnnn." For a split second she released my ass cheek and grabbed my hand from under her shirt. She put her hand over mine and squeezed it tight around her breasts. She then guided it down into her panties. Holy fuck. I'm going finger her in bed with my roommate sleeping just a few feet away. How dick is that. I thought to myself, 'Is this not a kosher move because he's here?' And not kosher because he's Jewish. Then I thought, 'Fuck that noise! Time to be a man.' I felt a little thin strip of hair above her pussy. Her pussy was wetter than I had expected, her juices coating my fingers. I rubbed my hand up and down over her cunt lips. I was in heaven. I gently bit down on her shoulder as she started grinding her hips back and forth into my cock and then into my hand. From my position I could to see if Lee was asleep, or at least was still facing away from us. Luckily, he couldn't hear through his headphones, or he knew something was up and didn't want to cock block. "Do you like that Riss?" I whispered, my head right next to her ear. "Uhnn Maatt." "Do you like my fingers inside you?" "Yeaaah. Uhhh Uhh," she whispered and moaned as quietly as she could. Her head was arched back far, with a look of ecstasy spreading across her face. I let my fingertips graze over Larisa's clitoris, rubbing it in a circular motion. My hand switched between rubbing her clit, and shallowly running a finger between her pussy lips, like dragging a hot dog through a bun. I finally penetrated her vagina, sliding a finger inside of her. She was so fucking wet. My hand was drenched in her juices. I felt her wet panties on the back of my hand as I manipulated her warm box. I fingered her for a few minutes, sliding my two fingers in and out of her, alternating between slow and deep thrusts and fast short ones. Larisa raised her leg into the air a bit, trying to spread her legs apart, then, let it drop, holding and squeezing my arm in place. "Uhhnn. Ohhh... Fuck." She was panting and moaning quietly. Larisa bucked her hips back and forth hard into my hand, then into my excited member. She had to bite down onto my blanket to keep from screaming out, causing Lee to awake. I felt she was close to orgasm. Her cunt muscles were contracting around my fingers. She quickly shoved another hand into her saturated panties and furiously rubbed her clit as I finger fucked her hard and fast. She was so close. I could feel it. I pushed and pulled my fingers in and out as fast as I possibly could. Larisa was vigorously rubbing her clit for dear life as I worked her neck, ass, and pussy, a deadly triple entante. She came violently, forcefully ramming her hips into my hand, pushing her face into the pillow to muffle her screams. "MMMN... ...Fuck. Ohnn... UMmmmm. Uhhh." "Come baby. Come for me," I whispered into her ear. Her pussy walls were clamped down on my fingers like a vice. Her orgasm slowly subsided. I kept fingering her, slowing the pace as she calmed down. She kept her legs locked on my arm, holding my hand inside her. She finally stopped rocking into my digits and dick. I wiggled up closer to her, holding her tight, my fingers still inside her as we both drifted off to sleep. ---------------------------------- The next morning I awoke to find Larisa facing me, admiring me as I slept. She smiled as I rubbed my eyes, trying to focus after just waking up. She put her hand on the side of my face and just lied there, looking into my eyes. We stayed there for what seemed like forever, but in actuality was only a few minutes. Finally she broke the silence. "Last night was great. I came so hard." "It was so hot. If Lee wasn't in the room, I don't know what I would have done," I told her. "Mmm," she said softly. "Too bad. It was so intense, being your roommate was there and didn't know what we were doing." Just then, the phone rang. I reached up from bed to grab it. "Hello. ... Oh, hey Michelle. ... No, I didn't mind at all," I laughed as I looked at the half naked girl next to me in bed. "Noon you'll be here?" I glanced up at the clock. It was already quarter after eleven. "Yeah, hold on. ... Here, for you." I handed Larisa the phone. She wrapped the covers around her as she sat up to take the call. "Hey, no we just woke up. ... Haha. ... Oh stop it!" she laughed. "No, we didn't," she said as she flashed me a smile. "Okay, I'll be ready by then. Bye hun." She handed the phone back to me to hang up. "She thought something was going on with us, huh?" I questioned. "Yeah, but we're two good well-behaved adults," she answered as she leaned in to kiss me. "Very well behaved," I jested as she pulled away. "Oh, hey, um I can try to get reservations for that place tonight if you want. I'd really love to take you out for a nice fancy dinner." "That would be fun. Let's call now to be safe." She reached up for the phone and called information and got the number. The place was taking reservations and we did manage to get a table. "Our reservation is for 7:00," she told me. "Guh. I'm tired. I wanna just go back to sleep," she said as she flopped back down on the bed. "Maybe we should get out of bed. Michelle's going to be up here in a little while to pick you up..." "I'll let you hold me." "Suddenly... I'm like... really tired too." "Oh yeah? I wonder why." She laughed as she held her hand to the side of my face. She gave me a slow kiss, a lover's kiss. I was so happy being with her. I lied there next to Larisa, her head now resting on my chest, her arm draped over me, squeezing me like a giant teddy bear. I kept the movie starlet close to me, feeling her feet trying to wiggle around mine to keep warm. "Larisa, I've had the greatest time these last two days. Thank you." "I should thank you," she told me. "You're really amazing. I'm really having a good time." I hesitated, not sure if I should say what was on my mind. Finally, I thought, 'Fuck it. Just say it.' "Larisa, I have to be honest with you." She angled her head up so she could look at me. "What is it?" She lightly ran her hand back and forth over my side. "You're just as hot now as when you were thirteen." "Hahaha. You perv," she laughed. "Seriously though... I'm... I think I'm falling in love with you." She didn't say anything. "It's just... I don't know. I have these strong feelings for you. This last week has been the best time I've had in a long time. But, I know you're going back home in a few days. I don't know what to think or feel." "Aww... Matt." "I just don't want to lose you." "Maaatt..." She crawled up the bed, lying there face to face with me. "I have feelings for you too. Believe me when I say I don't want what we have here to end. I'm not doing this for fun. Matt... I'm falling in love with you too." "...Really?" "Yeah. I definitely see this going somewhere. I haven't felt like this in a long time either." She went for my hand and brought it up to her heart, holding it in hers, our fingers interlocked together. "I just didn't want to get too attached and let myself get hurt. You know?" "I'll never hurt you," Larisa said as she looked me in my eyes, kissing my hand. "Matt, I want to be your first time. I want to make love with you tonight." I hope she didn't smell the shit I just dropped in my pants. I sat there dumbfounded and incredibly nervous as to how to respond to that. I hesitated, trying to form an answer in my head. What quickly came out of my mouth was, "I want to make love to you Larisa. I never felt surer about anything else." Oh yeah. So smooth. She leaned in and kissed me deeply but softly. I brushed the hair off her face and stroked her cheek as we stayed locked in our embrace. We ended up dozing off in that position. ---------------------------------- "HEY! WAKE UP!" yelled Michelle, with Captain Shits at her side. I jumped up all confused. Larisa looked around all dazed. "It's after 12. You were supposed to be ready. ...Geez... I don't think I could even squeeze in between you two." "Aww. We would always make room for you Michelle," Larisa responded. "Yeah. Anytime," I threw in, looking at Lee, trying to bust his balls. "You two look so cute together!" Michelle commented as she sat down on the corner of my bed, the corner closest to us. "Yeah don't we?" giggled Larisa as she squeezed me tight in her arms, smushing our cheeks together. Good Boy "Thanks Michelle," I said. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts. Her stiff nipples were poking right through her white shirt. And she wasn't wearing a bra. Larisa noticed my gawking and grabbed my chin, pulling my head towards hers, away from her friend's goodies. "See something you like?" "I do now," I said as I kissed Larisa. "Good save Matty," Michelle laughed. She knew I was staring and you know what? She was probably getting turned on by it. "Michelle can we use your car tonight? We're going someplace and we can't walk it," Larisa asked. "Fine." Larisa got out of bed and started getting dressed with the clothes she wore the night before. "All right, I'll be here like 6:30, okay?" she asked. "Yeah, that's great. I can't wait," I said, smiling at her. She leaned down and gave me a nice, long, deep, French kiss. When the kiss concluded, I held her head close to mine. "I love you," I whispered. "I love YOU," she responded in the same fashion. She and Michelle left the room right after. This was going to be the best night of my life. ---------------------------------- This was going to be the worst night of my life. All day I couldn't think of anything besides what was going to happen tonight. Thoughts kept running through my mind. Will I suck tonight? How am I going to spoil the mood? Is she on some kind of pill? I tried at best to keep these destructive thoughts at bay, but I'm one paranoid fuck. I decided I would go hang out with some friends for a while to occupy my mind and hopefully make me less nervous. I went over to over to my friend Mike's room. He was in the next dorm over. "You bastard. How did YOU get hooked u with Larisa Oleynik?! She's SOO hot." "That's because I'm the man." I had to joke to take my mind off the events to come. "Who's that?" asked Julia, Mikes AZN girlfriend. "ALEX MACK. THIS KID'S GOING OUT WITH ALEX MACK!" yelled Mike. "Oh shut up Mike! She's very pretty," she said as I showed her a pic of Larisa off some website. "Her nose is kind of big though." "NO! It's an ADORABLE nose!" he yelled. "DID YOU TELL HER HOW MUCH WE HATE THAT FUCKIN KID???" "Oh she knows! That was the first thing I said to her," I told him. He was referring to Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Tommy from 3rd Rock. I HATE that fuckin kid. "Are you two going out tonight?" she asked. "Yeah. We're going to that new restaurant downtown. We got reservations for 7:00," I told her. "Oh, that's going to be nice. It's expensive though, I heard," Julia told me. "I'll spend everything I have on her," I added. "Yeah. Like you spent everything you had that night on the stripper," Mike added sarcastically. "DUDE. Madeline... she was amazing. A. She was working her way through school. And B... ...she liked me." I spent a hundred bucks on dances that night. I beat Gary. Oh yeah. "HAHAHA! I'm sure." He was just jealous. Besides me, he was the only one I knew who was infatuated with Larisa as much as I was. We chatted about that and what we did the last few days. I left out anything sexual because I didn't want it getting out and then have her think I'm bragging to everyone. We called our friend Peter, and Lee, to come get food with us at the dining hall. I was so nervous about that night that I couldn't eat a lot. "Going out tonight? High roller. Better get some doms!!!" Peter teased. Leave it to my good friend Peter to calm my nerves. "Yeah, right." I tried to play it off. 'Yeah I better get some,' I thought to myself. The only ones I had were given out at a concert. My friend Mike Fehnel used one of condoms we got for free at a Linkin Park concert, also known as the "Linkin Park Condoms" and his girl got pregnant, so I was a tad hesitant to use it. If any girl of mine gets pregnant, it's gonna be from me poking holes in the condom, not from a manufacturer defect. The thought of what kind of crap those condoms went through during that show. Wow. As we were leaving I said I was going to the convenient store on campus to pick up some batteries for one of my guitar pedals, but in reality was getting a prophylactic. "Oh me too. I need food." Great. Peter was coming. That's all I needed. We both separated from Lee, Mike, and Julia and went into the store. "Don't forget the doms man." Just to fuck with him I said, "That's right. Thanks. I almost forgot." I picked up three of them and paid for them. "DAAAAMN. Player player. Don't forget the oatmeal crème cookie!!!" he yelled. They were fuckin good. We always bought one or two when we went there. "You dick." I refused to comment on anything else about the connies. I did grab two cookies though. "Hey! Hey! Once inn the lipssss... forever inn the hipssss!" he joked. "GOD I HATE YOU!" He always had to be so sarcastic. Peter paid for his snacks and we left to go back to our dorms. It was about 5:30. I had an hour to get ready. First I cleaned my room. I put on clean sheets, dusted a bit, and opened the windows as I sprayed air freshener. "Lee, what are you doing tonight?" I asked. I hope he wouldn't be here to save me from having to ask him to leave. "Michelle and I are going to a friend's house to drink. We'll probably sleep over there." "You two hooking up?" I asked. "Yeah, we made out a few times. She went down on me the other night too, when you two were at the movies. How's it going with you two?" he asked. "Things are going great. I'm in love with this girl." "Chill with the air freshener. I'm breathing in CFC's," he said as he coughed. I tried to get the room as nice and clean as I could for later tonight. Then, I took a shower, shaved, and got dressed. I put on a pair of Dockers and a blue collared shirt. "I clean up pretty nice when I want to," I said out loud. "Yeah. You're hot tonight," joked Lee. "You mo." The phone rang and Lee answered it. "They're on their way up." A few minutes later, the girls came in. Michelle looked hot. She had a pair of skin tight jeans on with a tiny belly shirt. She looked really hot. I couldn't help but stare for a second. Then, I saw Larisa. She looked AMAZING. She wore a light yellow colored sundress with a white sweater jacket thing over it. Some dressy sandals and a purse completed the outfit. "You look so beautiful Larisa. Wow," I told her. She smiled and blushed. "Thank you Matt. You look very handsome." "Wow," I repeated. "What's in the bag Michelle?" She quickly moved in front of it as if she was trying to hide it. It stuck me as weird, but I really didn't care. "It's just some alcohol for tonight, some vodka and rum." "All right. Well, you two have fun tonight. Shall we?" I asked Larisa as I stuck out my arm, as to escort her. "We shall," she giggled as she took my arm. "Have fun you two," Lee said. "You too," added Larisa. ---------------------------------- I decided to drive Michelle's car to the restaurant. I took the keys from Larisa and walked her to the passenger side. Like the gentleman I am, I opened the door for her and let her get in. The drive only took a few minutes. I parked in the lot around the back, which was surprisingly empty. We entered the restaurant and I noticed we were dressed quite appropriately. "Reservations for Matt. Two for 7:00," I told the hostess. "Sure, right this way." She led us to our table. Shortly after, a waitress approached us and introduced herself, handing us some menus. "My name's Cristina. I'll be your server tonight. Can I get you two something to drink?" she asked. Larisa answered, "Yes, can we have a bottle of Blackstone merlot please." "Sure. I'll give you both a few minutes," she told us. "Wine?" I asked. "Not that I am complaining." It was actually the same wine my parents drank. "Yeah, I figured we'd celebrate." She was over twenty-one, so she was accustomed to ordering alcohol at places. It's a celebration bitches. Drink up! Be merry! I'm Rick James bitch! "You really like merlot?" I asked. "I love merlot. Do you?" "I LIVE for merlot," I said quoting a Seinfeld episode. "Haha. You're too much." We both studied the menus, trying to decide what to order. After a few minutes the lady came back with our wine. "Are you ready to order?" The waitress looked at Larisa. "Yes, I'll have the grilled chicken." "And you sir?" "I'll have the fried calamari. Thanks." I figured I'd be eating fish later on, as in pussquah, so who cares if I had some now to start. The waitress was really cute. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of panties she was wearing, if any at all. Were they plain white panties? Maybe they were black and lacey, or maybe a thong. Maybe they were something really cool... Something I didn't even know about. "Very well," she replied as she took the menus back. We sat there for a moment or two in silence. "You look breathtaking tonight Larisa. You look like an angel." "Aww, Matt. Thank you so much," she said as she took my hand from across the table. "You really look great tonight too. This place looks great. Thanks for taking me out again." "It's my pleasure," I said as I held her hand from across the table. "I love it when you smile like that. It makes it so easy to fall for you," I told her. "Awwww." She looked incredibly flattered. She had a huge grin on her face... her nose all crinkled up. It was such a warm and terrific sight. "You're so incredibly sweet." We just sat there, holding hands looking at each other for another moment. Then we proceeded to make small talk until the food arrived. I was so nervous about our post dinner plans. She did her best to make me forget about it and relax more. Dinner finally came and we began eating. "This is really good. You have to try it," she said as she put out her fork with a piece of chicken stuck to the end. She directed it toward my mouth. "That is good," I commented. I offered her some of mine but she said she didn't like that particular kind of seafood. We enjoyed the rest of our dinner, chatting about stuff of all sorts. The restaurant had a dance floor. After we finished eating, Larisa asked me if I would like to dance with her. I agreed and we went out to the floor off to the side of the restaurant, joining the two or three other couples already out there. I put my arm around her slender waist and pulled her towards me, holding her hand. She draped her arm around my shoulder as we swayed to the beat of the music. We didn't move around much, just kind of bobbing side to side, dancing in circles. She rested her head on my shoulder. "Mm, this is nice," she whispered into my ear. We danced like that for a few minutes, ignoring everyone else around us. For that moment, we were alone, focused only on each other. Nobody else mattered. I got so lost in the moment that I didn't notice the hard on I got from feeling her body press against mine. "Mmm, this is nice too," she whispered again, as she inconspicuously grinded her waist into my groin. "Yeah. It feels good to me too." "Matt," she whispered. "I'm not wearing any underwear," she added seductively. "Larisa... you know just how to turn me on." I looked in her eyes and pressed my lips onto hers. We softly kissed on the dance floor, our bodies held together tightly. It was just like a TV show and no, not just because she was a TV star. "Let's go home Matt." "Okay," I said. We paid the check and got in the car and drove back to the dorm. As we walked from the lot next to the dorm I had my arm around her waist. I was both exhilarated and extremely nervous of what would start in the next few minutes. I would lose my virginity to the girl of my dreams. I was gonna boff Alex Mack. I was never this excited before except for the time I beat Jaws on Nintendo without dieing once. The girl who used to be merely a fantasy was now a reality. The girl I fell in love with, the girl who fell in love with me. ...The girl I jerked off to constantly. CONSTANTLY! ---------------------------------- It was a short wait for the elevator. Two dicks got off on the first floor. 'Was that really necessary,' I thought to myself. I didn't want to say it out loud to spoil the moment. When we were alone again, she leaned in and kissed me. The door opened to a semi crowded lounge. There was a study group in the far corner. Luckily, they were talking loud and another resident had the lounge TV on, causing even more noise. At least they wouldn't hear us. I unlocked the door to the room and opened it. "Ladies first." "Thank you. Oh, Matt. I forgot. I left my purse in the car. I need something in it. Would you?" "Yeah sure," I said. At least it would buy me some time to inhale some Tic-Tacs or something. This extra time was either a blessing or a bad sign. I went back down to the lot, got her purse, and then started back. The elevator was packed as I ascended, stopping on every floor. Finally, I reached my floor. As I opened the door to my room, I was totally beside myself in shock. There Larisa stood, encompassed in the reddish glow of about fifteen lit candles placed around the room, with a soft CD playing in the background. "Wh... What's all of this?" I managed to get say. "I want this to be special for you," she said sweetly as she moved forward and locked the door. "You said you like romantic things." Larisa walked in front of me, taking hold of my hands. "I thought this would be nice." "Larisa... this... this is perfect. Thank you so much." God this makes me sound so gay. A chick's supposed to say that. "You're welcome Matt. Michelle brought them before," she explained. "They were in the bag she tried to hide from you. I needed an excuse to finish setting it up, so I left my purse in the car. I didn't want them to leave lit candles alone." Thank God. I didn't trust Lee with anything after watching him build a dimmer switch by ripping the metal apart on a lamp to expose the wires, then duct taping the switch to the lamp shade. God... Such stupidity. "I'm glad I didn't ask you to come back down with me," I said. I looked around the room again, then at her. "This is so perfect." I whispered, "You're perfect," as I slipped my arms around her, resting my hands on her lower back. "...so perfect," I whispered as she leaned her head in and our lips connected. We kissed, our bodies locked in a deep embrace that the jaws of life couldn't separate. Larisa's hand ran through the hair on the back of my head, holding my head close to hers. We kissed so softly and romantically, our eyes closed, our breathing slow and relaxed. I could feel every breath she took from the rising and collapsing of her chest. She parted her lips, allowing me to slide my tongue between them. Our kisses became more intense and more passionate by the minute. She gripped my hair as I slid my hand over her ass, giving it a squeeze. My kisses moved along her cheek and down her neck, running my tongue over her creamy skin. God, her skin was so soft and smooth. I knew she could feel my dick throbbing through my pants from all the excitement. She grinded her hips into me, rubbing herself against my body like I was a huge sex toy, and leaned her head sideways, allowing me full access to her neck. I slowly ran my tongue down it towards her shoulders, caressing the side of her cheek with my hand as our tongues eventually met yet again. Larisa closed her mouth around my tongue, sucking on it like an ice pop as she pulled her head back. Damn, this girl knew how to kiss. The Springsteen song "Secret Garden" came on the stereo. That song reminded me of the movie Jerry Maguire, currently $9.99 at Best Buy. I slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, kissing the newly exposed skin. Her dress was now being held up only by her firm breasts. This was exactly like the scene in the movie, except about a hundred times hotter. Larisa ran her hands along my chest as she looked into my eyes. She kissed my neck as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt. After each button, her mouth drifted further and further down my bare chest. As she did this, she slid my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall down to my elbows. Larisa continued to put her soft tender lips on my upper body, her eyes focused on mine. I shook the shirt off my arms. She massaged her hands over my tight stomach as she continued with her kisses. She began sucking on my nipple, looking up at me and gently biting down on it. This incredibly gorgeous woman saw my cock twitch in my pants when she ran her teeth over my man nips. "Do you like that baby," she mumbled lowly. As I looked down at the incredibly sexy site below me, I was able to see a huge amount of Larisa's cleavage. The dress hung low on her tits, barely staying up. "Mmm. I know you do," she said between kisses. Larisa moaned, as she flicked my hard nip-nula with her tongue. "Oh Riss," I moaned. She kept alternating between the two of them as I slipped my hand inside the back of her dress, rubbing her warm bare skin. She kissed down my stomach, stopping at my waist. She got down on her knees and looked me in the face, giving me a wicked smile as she rubbed my hard dick through my pants. "Is this all for me Matthew?" she innocently questioned. I nodded. "Yeah baby. It's all for you." I ran my hand over the side of her head, playing with her hair and pushing it back, out of her face. She undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. How she unbuttoned my zipper was surprising and incredibly sexy. Larisa bit down on my fly and unzipped my pants with her teeth. She rubbed my cock through my boxers from the newly created opening in my pants. However, she didn't pull them off. Instead, she kissed her way back up my chest. The anticipation was torturous. Larisa stood up and took my hands in hers, interlocking our fingers. She kissed my lips again and moaned into my mouth as she brought my hands to her breasts. "Matt, I want to feel you all over every inch of my body," she said. I rubbed her round firm tits through the thin material of her dress, feeling her hardened nipples. I was so incredibly turned on, no longer nervous and fearful of screwing up. I felt totally empowered in the moment. Her breasts felt amazing, even through her dress. Larisa took a step back, slightly tugging the dress down her body, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there, presenting herself to me in the dim flickering candlelight. She stood there completely naked, draped in the red glow of the candles. "Oh, God," I mumbled. She had the best body I've ever seen live in my entire life, not including strippers. Her body was nice and toned and her skin was completely unblemished. I just stood there soaking it all in. I could feel my dick getting even harder while looking at her beautiful naked body. "Do you like what you see?" I was speechless. "... ...You're amazing," I finally spat out. Larisa smiled and stepped back against the wall, waving her finger in a 'come hither' motion. "C'mere," she cutely said as a huge smile appeared on her face. I took a few steps towards Larisa and resumed kissing her mouth. She pulled me close to her, feeling her naked flesh against the bare skin of my chest, using the wall to support us. I grabbed her thigh and pulled it up next to my side, running my hand over it. Larisa cocked her leg sideways, angling it behind me, allowing me the freedom to rub her upper leg and ass as we made out without having to worry about holding it up. My dick was poking at her pussy, my underwear the only thing keeping my member out of her. She guided my head down towards her breasts. I squeezed them as I kissed and licked her supple globes, causing a moan of pleasure escape her mouth. I sucked and pulled on one of her rock solid nips as I ran my thumb over the other, pulling on it while cupping the rest of her breast. Good Boy Editor's Note: story contains incest content. * Gordon Proctor had been watching the breathing of the lump beside him in the bed for almost an hour, and after sleep finally overtook his wife of 31 years he gently lifted the sheet a bit so he could slide out of the bed without disturbing her. A look back as he reached the door just to confirm that Eloise Proctor was still in dreamland, and then Gordon turned the knob slowly. The door swung open - silently because he had always kept the hinges oiled excessively - and then after he exited the room the door closed just as quietly. "All in the planning. You're good Gordon," the 57 year old insurance man whispered to himself before tiptoeing down the hall to the bathroom for a quick tinkle and a slug of mouthwash. After peeing he shook his organ several times, smiling as he felt the already sizable organ become even more so, and it wasn't only the handling of his cock that brought it to life but the anticipation of what was about to happen that set his soul on fire. Eloise. Gordon shook his head as he looked into the mirror at his reflection, and after giving his penis a long stretch he was happy that while she didn't appreciate his considerable asset any more, there was somebody home for the holidays who would. That person was his only child Jason. Home from college for the holidays, Gordon was ecstatic that his months of celibacy would soon be over. No words about what would be happening had been exchanged after Jason got home that afternoon, but none were needed because both father and son knew without saying. Jason's eyes gave Gordon the answer to the question that Gordon's own eyes had asked and as it had been almost from the start that answer was yes. They knew each other like a book, probably because they were alike in so many ways, like the meticulous attention to detail they shared. Not in one important way, because young Jason was as submissive as his father was dominant, but that was good and as they both knew that was the way it should be. Like a cat Gordon stepped back out into the hall and down to his son's room where the door was just slightly ajar, and Gordon sighed as his eyes adapted to the dim lighting for Jason's room. The tiny night light provided just the right amount of illumination for Gordon's liking, and as he swung the door open he was pleased that the hinges on his son's room were also silent. Jason was on his back under the sheet. That was a choice Gordon had left up to his son recently, and either way was fine for the old man. Gordon from the start had preferred taking his boy from behind, but he thought that Jason liked it better on his back and had even come up with some touches that helped Gordon enjoy it more. The blindfold for instance. Jason had figured out that his father felt guilty if he could look into his eyes while they made their savage brand of love, so he had come up with a wrap that shielded his eyes and allowed his father to more freely enjoy himself without the guilt. The bindings that secured the young man's wrists to the bedposts - those were Jason's idea and Gordon felt that they helped Jason out with his guilt issues. If he was being forced into this, that relieved the boy of any shame, and Gordon had to admit that the lithe young man looked erotic spread out like that looking helpless. The bindings were merely vinyl bracelets with Velcro closures, but they weren't meant for physical restraint but more for the mind games they symbolized. The same could be said for the gag in Jason's mouth which could be spit out easily. Neither of those were actually needed, at least not these days "Good boy," whispered his father almost inaudibly as he neared the bed, and as just before Gordon pulled the sheet down and unwrapped his pride and joy he unsnapped his own pajama bottoms and let them fall to the carpet. Jason had made a muffled gasp upon hearing the clicking sound which was able to be heard because of the quietness of the room, and Gordon could hear his son breathing in through his nose as he took the sheet and slowly pulled it down. His father imagined that the feel of the fabric felt good as it slid down Jason's body. As the sheet reached Jason's belly button the effect of the pillow his son had placed under the small of his back was visible, there to allow for Jason to be presented easier for the taking. As Gordon coaxed the sheet lower still his son's manhood came into view almost immediately. Fully erect, the absurdly long and slender prong was curled up to just below his navel, and Gordon took a deep breath as he admired the undercarriage of his boy's considerable endowment. Gordon had found it both unusual that the two of them, both so slight in height and frame, could both be so well endowed. While his son's manhood was as absurdly slender as his own was thick it was nearly as long as his father's and was a breathtakingly beautiful piece of flesh, and as time passed the old man expected it would fill out just as his had. Jason's mother had insisted on having him circumsized, probably because she though her husband's organ so hideous, and while Gordon often regretted going along with it there was no denying that the sleek prong was magnificent regardless. The unveiling complete, Gordon let the sheet fall off the foot of the bed, and as he stared as the nubile young man he know that even though it had been three months he knew Jason's body by heart. He hadn't changed much, although as Gordon ran his hands up the young man's calves it seemed like they had got a little furrier, although his chest was still smooth. Except for the dusting of hair on the insides of Jason's calves, a modest tuft of blonde curls above his penis and tiny wisps of hair under his arms his lad was virtually hairless, taking after his Mom in that way. "Mine for the taking," Gordon mouthed as he climbed onto the bed and looked down at his son with the pillow raising his butt and his knees raised with his feet flat on the sheets. Gordon parted the bony knees to expose the long wrinkled scrotum that housed his nuts, and when he reached down and grabbed the sac Jason groaned through the gag, something he continued to do as his father rolled his nuts around in his palm. "What's this then?" Gordon said as he looked in the shadows at the valley under Jason's raised ball sac, and when he saw the end of his wife's former toy he stifled a chuckle. Gordon reached down and after taking hold of the end of the black plastic dildo, slowly extracted it from Jason's ass, spinning it slightly while his son squirmed on the sheets until it popped out. It was light enough for Gordon to see his son's anus still gaping somewhat, which made sliding the greased weapon back in easily, and after pushing it in to the hilt and relishing Jason's reaction Gordon noticed the tube of lubricant at his son's hip. Attention to detail, just like a chip off the old block Gordon mused, and after squirting a wad of gel into his hand reached down and lifted Jason's erection up off of his stomach, the hot prong pulsating in his hand as Gordon wrapped his hand around it. Gordon bent his son's cock down so he could rub the two tips of their manhoods together, pushing Jason's conical head into his long foreskin and sharing the shroud while crushing the gooey openings together. Gordon moved up further between his son's spread thighs and let his slick hand slowly slide up and down the throbbing 8" of manhood, and as his fist reached the tip Gordon could tell that his boy wasn't going to last. Jason didn't, and after his father's greased fist went painfully slowly up and down the length of his cock a half dozen times with the boy's hips rising off of the pillow, Gordon heard Jason snort and choke. Seconds later, Jason's cock erupted like a geyser, spurting semen all over his upper torso and the surrounding bedding, and Gordon kept milking until his boy's dick went limp in his hand. Gordon let go of Jason's cock after squeezing the last drops of sap from the deflating organ, letting the skinny tube fall backwards onto his belly, and then reached for more lube, greasing his thick tool liberally with his right hand while lifting his boy's long hairless sac upwards so he could see the puckered treasure which was being stretched by his wife's dildo. "It's too big." That was what Eloise had said after Gordon had bought it for her, hoping that she would use to it it get her more accustomed to the size of his cock, but she hadn't bothered to even try. Jason never complained, as and Gordon extracted the dildo from his boy's ass for the second and last time he was proud of his son for taking the 8" toy like a man. The pink puckered ring was gaping still, but not as much as it would when Gordon got done with it with an organ even larger than the toy. Gordon brought the shrouded glans of his organ to Jason's entrance, his hand shaking a bit in anticipation as he pressed the tip into the steamy orifice. It wouldn't go in easily despite the preparation, and this Gordon knew although by the end of his son's visit it would be less and less difficult each time. The hard part was getting the bulbous head into Jason's ass, and after that ridge squeezed in much of the shaft would easily follow. Gordon never pushed it all in no matter how excited he got because his cock got so thick as it neared the stump that it would hurt his boy and rip him up, so with that it mind he braced himself after the head popped in, stopping about halfway in. Down at the other end of the bed, Jason's face and neck was beet red as his head rolled back and forth on his shoulders. Trickles of sweat rolled out of the wisps of hair under his arms and onto the bedding as the boy writhed around on the sheets while his father began sliding the end of his dick in and out of the tight ass. "So tight - so good," Gordon muttered as his tempo increased, and as he eased a bit more of his cock into the tight orifice he grunted, "You missed your Daddy's big cock, didn't you boy?" Of course Jason couldn't answer but he nodded, his face beet red with every vein in his neck bulging, and Gordon chuckled as he put his left hand on his son's knee to balance himself while reaching down to grab Jason's flaccid tube. His son would be hard again soon, probably before he was ready to cum himself and Gordon reveled in the fact that his son had inherited his endurance and sex drive from him as well. Already after pulling on his boy's slippery cock just a few times he could fell in being to pulsate in his fist. Gordon began to pull on Jason's cock harder, stretching the organ out preposterously, and while this would seem like abuse to the normal man neither Jason or his dad were normal in that regard because they reveled in having their cocks yanked savagely and their balls practically twisted in knots. Gordon fought to keep his orgasm back but he knew that going so long without his son's sweet ass had made him exceptionally horny. Tomorrow night he would last longer but tonight he had to cum and cum now, and he bit his lip to stifle the sound as he erupted, filling his boy's bowels with his seed. Then there was the matter of finishing his son off, so after he cock slithered out of Jason's gaping anus Gordon went to work yanking on the nearly erect cock while kneading his son's balls with the other. Sensing Jason was about the cum, Gordon grabbed his boy's cock in both fists and yanked hard, and although the orgasm wasn't as explosive as the first it seemed to last longer, causing Jason's entire body to shake well after the cum stopped flying around the room. Gordon flicked his wrists, allowing the cum on his hands to fly down onto his boy's heaving chest, and then Gordon was leaning forward, undoing the blindfold and velcro cuffs and kissing Jason on the forehead. "Missed you son." "Missed you too Daddy. I love you so much," Jason replied and reached up to wrap his arms around his father. They relaxed in each other's arms, the father and son's sweat mixing and their spent cocks rubbing against each other until Gordon announced he had to go back to his own bed. "Tomorrow night," Gordon said. "Can't wait," Jason said. "I'll be your doggy tomorrow because I know you like me that way." "I love you in every way," Gordon said as he smiled before closing the door and heading back to the coldest room in the house. *** Thank you for reading. Good Boy Before he comes home, I take a shower and straighten my hair. I get dressed in a black skirt, black tights, knee high black boots, and a white blouse. I look neat and professional, as though I'm going to work. I meet him at the door, and give him a long hug. "You smell nice," he says, and he kisses the top of my head. I hold him for a long time. Although I know it doesn't make any sense, I can't help but feel a little sorry for what am about to do. "Are you ready?" I ask him. "Always," he says. I take him by the hand and lead him into the bedroom. I take his shoes off, unbutton the top button of his shirt, and make sure he's comfortable leaning back against the pillows. During this part, when we're getting ready, I am always very gentle. He knows not to talk, but if he forgets and starts to say something, I just put my fingers to my lips and whisper shhhh, and smile. I straddle him, and put my hands on the side of his face. "I love you," I say. I brush a little bit of his hair off his forehead, stroking it to make it smooth. I unzip my bag, then take out everything I need and lay it out on the bedspread. First, I sharpen the eyeliner, dropping a curl of peel into the bag, and dulling the nub against my palm. "Close your eyes," I tell him. I place my hand on the side of his head, to hold him still, and then draw a soft line across his upper eyelid, where the skin meets the lashes, smudging it lightly with my thumb. Then I draw another line beneath his eye, pulling the corner of his lid taut with my fingers. "Good," I say. "Now the other one." After I finish the eyeliner, I snap open a plastic case of gray eye shadow, and brush one light stroke across each lid. He is very patient while I do this; his eyelids even don't flutter. When both lids are finished, I say, "You can open your eyes now." I return the eyeliner to the bag and unscrew the cap of the mascara. I tilt his chin up and cup his head with my hand. 'Look up," I say, and stroke the brush along his eyelashes. He blinks rapidly, and I wait for him to finish before applying a second coat. I do one quick brush across his lower lashes, and then I do the other eye, clearing away a tiny clump clinging to his bottom lash with the corner of my little finger. I look in his eyes, which dark and smoky now. "Good," I say. I open the blush and sweep the fuzzy, thick brush along the edge of his cheekbones, twice, then rub it in with my palms. He presses his face affectionately against my hand, and I let him linger a little before I take my hand away. I open the lipstick and tilt his head up again. "Go like this," I say, and pout my lips. He smiles, and obeys, and I slide the smooth, waxy red lipstick along his top and bottom lips, until they're entirely covered. I take out a Kleenex from my bag, and press it to his mouth. "Kiss," I say, and he does. I take out the nail polish, shake it up, and take out the brush. I take my hand in his hand, and then carefully begin painting his thumbnail dark blue. I concentrate very hard on what I'm doing, making sure that no color gets anywhere on his skin. He will be wearing this polish all week, so I want to make sure I get it right. A while ago, we were out at a bar and he ran into a friend he hadn't seen in a while. "You're painting your nails now?" the friend said, I took his hand. "No," I said. "I am." The look of pride on his face, and the look of confused envy on his friend, is something I will never forget. I paint his thumb, his index finger, his middle finger, his index finger, his pinkie. I am caressing his fingers as I do, rubbing them softly between mine. Although I do not look up, I can see him out of the corner of my eye, looking at me intently. I am drawing it out, letting myself linger. In a way, this is my favorite part, these careful preparations. Not only the sensuality of it, and the slow build towards what's coming next, but the simple fact that he lets me do it, this strong man letting me dress him up like a doll. I switch to the other hand, moving even slower now. I let the tips of his fingers brush my chest, as though by accident, and I see him freeze, but I let it go by as though I didn't notice. When I am finished, I blow lightly on both of his hands. "Perfect," I say. I place his hands in his lap. I see that he is starting to get hard under his jeans, and he sees me see. I slide down to the foot of the bed and rest his feet on my lap. I tug off his socks, my fingers tracing the arcs of his feet. I separate each of his toes with my fingers, smoothing off any dust with the pads of my thumb. I lift his right foot and bend over it, looking at it closely, squeezing it against my body, and then I begin to paint his toes. This takes even longer than his fingers. I am wringing out every drop of anticipation from him; from us both. When I'm done, I blow on the drying paint once more, and then I pull back to admire my handiwork. "Look at you," I say. I kiss his forehead, and he sighs and leans against me. "Look at you," I say again, and now something else slides into my voice—the tiniest note of scorn. "You're so pretty." I take his face in my hand and turn it side-to-side. "Do you want to see how pretty you are?" He pauses, almost imperceptibly, before he nods. I take my phone and snap a picture of his face, then drop next to him and take a photo of both of us as I kiss his cheek possessively. "Don't you like that?" I say, showing him the photo. In it, I look proud of what I've created, but his eyes, which look almost bruised from the makeup, are downcast, as though he can't quite bear to look directly at the camera. His mouth is a soft dark blur. "All dressed up," I say, my voice low and mocking. "And so excited for what comes next." I run my hands through his hair and lean in towards him, as though I am going to kiss him on the lips, and he looks in my eyes. I jump back as though he has given me an electric shock. "No," I say. "You know better than that. You don't look at me. You look at the ground." I grab his hair by the roots, tug it up hard, and then slap him across the face. He lets out a quick sharp breath, but he keeps his eyes pinned obediently on the ground. I stroke the place on his cheek where I hit him, and then I slap him again, three times in quick succession, each slap punctuated with a sharp yank of his hair. "You're a slut," I tell him. "You're a pretty little slut. Aren't you?" He nods. "Say it." My hands are moving all over him, petting his hair, his ears, the back of his neck. "I'm a pretty little slut." "Look at me now." He does. His eyes are big and blue. "You like this, don't you?" He nods again, and I push his head down. "Say yes." "Yes." "You like it when I dress you up and hurt you?" "Yes." "Slut." I say, savoring the word. "Are you ready for your punishment? Are you ready to see what sluts get?" "Yes. I'm ready." It's time. I unbutton the rest of his shirt and pull it off him, unfasten his belt, unbutton and unzip his jeans, and yank them down. I am rough and business-like as I strip him. I pull off his boxers and throw them to the side, and once he is naked, I open the bag and take out the collar and the leash. I fasten the collar around his neck, pulling it tight, clip the leash to the hoop at the front, and then drop the end of the leash in his lap. I take out the ball gag. He opens his mouth without being told, and I slide the red plastic ball between his lips, and fix the gag behind his head. I slap him twice more, but a little lighter now, because I know it hurts more with the gag in. I yank the leash tight. "Go," I say. "Get on the floor." He climbs down off the bed, and I lead him over on his hands and knees to the other side of the bed. "Face down," I say, and he rests his forehead against his arms. I slap his flank. "Ass up," I say. "Higher. Higher. Good boy." Once he is in position, for a little while, I am gentle again. I trail my nails lightly up his thigh, across his buttocks, and between his legs. He shivers, and I follow the trails I've made with my fingers with the lightest of kisses. I cup his ass with my hand, feeling him tremble, and then I bring my hand forward, hard, and the sound of the smack is loud and jarring. "You want this," I say, needing to hear it for myself as much as anything. "You know you deserve it." He can't say anything with the gag in, but he nods, and his stiffening cock answers the question for me. I remember when he didn't know this was what he liked; when he did it only to indulge me. But as soon as I saw him, I knew what he was looking for. I hit him again, and again, until kind of dark energy overtakes me, and I'm no longer keeping count. It's dizzying, knowing that I can hit him as hard as I can, hurt him as badly as I've ever been hurt. I can let myself loose, set that fury in me free, and he'll take it all in, begging for more. For once in my life, because I control him, I don't need to control myself. That my love and fury don't break him are the greatest miracle in my life. When I surface again, his ass and thighs glow pink and red, and my hand is stinging and my breath is coming fast as fast as his. I dig my nails into his skin, leaving a set of deep claw marks on him, then bend forward and rest my face against his leg. I kiss him, right where the marks are brightest, and curl my fingers in his hair. He takes a deep, indrawn breath that, through the gag, sounds more like a moan. "Did that hurt?" I whisper. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I know." I stroke him again with my fingers, all along his back and neck, until he is almost purring. "Here," I say. "You must be getting tired of wearing that." I unfasten the ball gag and slide it out of his mouth. A little trail of drool comes with it and I wipe his face with my hand, letting my hand rest on his mouth for a little while so he can kiss it. I kiss him on his cheeks, his forehead, his mouth, taking his bottom lip ever so gently between my teeth. I reach up under my skirt and slide off my underwear. They are white and silky and soaked with excitement. I ball them up and hold them in front of his face until he realizes what I want. He opens his mouth obediently and takes them into his mouth. I bury my face in his hair and breathe in deep, taking in the smell of him. "Good boy," I say. "You're so good." And he is. My strap-on and harness live in the bureau drawer next to our bed. I go over and take them out. "Eyes down," I say, but he doesn't need the reminder. His face is flushed, and not just from the blush and the slaps. Once I'm standing behind him, I unbutton my blouse and take off my skirt and stockings, folding them neatly and placing them on the floor, and I slip off my bra, bending over him to let the tips of my nipples graze along his back. Then I slide on the strap on and harness, cinching the buckles tight against my hips. His whole body is shaking, and I put my hand on his back to steady him. I go back behind him, lube up two fingers, and rest them, gently but firmly, between his buttocks. I'm always a little nervous, right at first; scared I'm going to do it wrong, that I'll hurt him, but not in the right way. Still, there's nothing for it except to go forward, so I do. "Are you ready?" I ask. He nods, and I slide my fingers into him. His whole body tightens, and he clenches around my fingers, and seeing him so eager and nervous is the hottest fucking thing. "Oh, you like that, don't you, you little slut," I say. "You were so hungry for it, you pretty, pretty boy." I work my fingers around in him until I feel like he is ready. "You want me to fuck you?" I whisper in his ear, my mouth so close to him I can feel all the tiny hairs prickling along his skin. "You want to get fucked?" He nods, and makes a little noise through his improvised gag, which isn't allowed, so I smack him on the ass, then press the head of his cock against his opening. "I'm going to fuck you now," I say. "And you're going to beg for it." I take the underwear out of his mouth, and then I brace myself against his hips and push the cock in, slow and sure and deep. The raw gasping noise he makes is everything. I pant, grab his hair and yank his head back, slide the cock out slowly and then, even slower, thrust it in again. "You little cockslut, tell me that you want it." "I want it," he says, panting. I draw the cock out, until just the head is inside him. "What do you want?" "I want you to fuck me—" Just before he finishes the sentence, I'm inside him again, and his voice skids upwards into a little jagged whine. When I'm fucking him, something strange starts to happen in my mind; it's though I'm split, and I can feel the silicone cock as though it's part of my body, but I can also feel him, his sensations, every jerk and twitch and quiver, as though they are my own. I start to lose myself in the rhythm; his back shiny and slick with sweat, his ass flexing, clenching, his breath ragged and desperate, his cock rock hard. I vary the motions; grinding my hips in a circle, then staying still and using my hands to guide him back and forth along my cock, letting him fuck himself against me, using his own desperate need as a motor to torment himself. The room is full of the sound and smells of fucking, wet slaps and gasps and groans. I pull out of him, and he lets out a small miserable sob. I grab his shoulder and roll him onto his back, spreadeagle his legs, pin his hands with mine, and then sink into him from above. I am as desperate as he is; hungry for the smell and taste of his sweat-drenched skin, to feel him buckle underneath me; I pump my hips against his hips again and again and again until I've forced myself over the crest and sink my teeth his shoulder as I am overtaken by a messy, painful climax. As the waves of pleasure subside, I slide the cock from him and fall back against the edge of the bed. He is a sight to behold: flushed and exhausted, makeup smeared, body drenched, his huge erection bobbing between his thighs. I leave him there, stand up, and undo my harness and put it away. I cross into the bathroom, where I splash some water on my face, and run a brush through my hair. When I return, he give me a look of open, miserable need before he remembers the rules and drops his eyes. I take him briskly by the hand and pull him to his feet, then lead him over to a chair in the corner, facing the bed. I push him down until he is seated, and then spread his legs painfully apart. Although I know he won't move until I tell him it's allowed, I take a pair of scarves from on top of my dresser and bind his legs to the chair legs, and then take a pair of handcuffs from my bag and clip his hands together behind him. He is limply obedient as I do this, his head lolling as he sprawls across the chair. When he is positioned, I climb onto the bed and take out my vibrator. The climax I had while fucking him was powerful, but it wasn't quite enough. I need to be able to control myself if I'm going to drag this out for him. I turn on the vibrator, and its quiet buzz fills the room. I start by putting on a little show for him; trailing the bullet across my breasts, hardening my nipples, and running it across my stomach, pulling my pussy lips wide to show him my swollen clit. But soon, I am too intent on my own pleasure to care that he is watching. I fall on the bed, grinding against the vibrator, and come in a slow, sweet wash of pleasure. And then I leisurely roll over, spread my legs, and begin teasing myself again. It takes another ten minutes, but I wring a third climax out of myself, and once I do I am pleasurably spent. At last, I click off the vibrator, stand up, and walk naked over to the chair where he sits. I stand between his legs, not touching him, but his hips buck as I approach, as though of their own volition. "Did you like that?" I ask. He nods. His whole face looks heavy, swollen with lust. I slide my fingers into my dripping cunt, and hold them under his nose. "You want this?" He nods again, and inclines his head hungrily towards me. I snatch my hand back. "You want to lick it off me?" I say, and ever so slightly graze his lips with my fingertips, but as soon as he opens his mouth, I laugh, and take my hand back again. I finger fuck myself until my hands are soaked, then stroke my nipples, slathering them with my own juice. I tip his head up and dangle my breasts in front of his face. His mouth falls slackly open, his pupils dilated so wide they look black. "You want to suck my tits?" I say, and he groans a wordless assent. "You want me to ride your face until I come?" He groans again. "You want me to fuck you, pretty boy?" His hips are slowly circling, his buttocks clenching; he almost looks like he might cry. I step back, dip my finger in my wetness again, then daub his lips with it, which he immediately, desperately licks. "I didn't say you could do that," I say, and he whimpers. But instead of slapping him, I run my hands through his hair, brushing my breasts against his face, and he buries himself in them. I drop to my knees and push his thighs as far apart as I can, then paint a trail of wetness along them, the lightest touches circling and coming closer and closer to his cock, delicately teasing. I am so close I know he can feel my breath on him, and every so often I trail my long hair lightly over him. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his pre-cum has taken on a milky color. I know he won't last long. "Baby," I whisper. "I want to fuck you. Are you ready?" I untie his legs and remove the handcuffs, then lead him, stumbling, to the bed. I arrange him on his back, wrapping his hands around the bedposts. "Don't let go," I whisper. Then I climb up the bed, until my open legs are positioned above his face. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, I lower myself onto him. On other days, his technique is exquisite; I've taught him exactly what to do with his fingers and lips and tongue. But he is beyond that now; he cannot attend to anything but his own desperate need. He hungrily licks and sucks and nuzzles at my soaking cunt as though he could satisfy himself by doing so, but he only works himself up into more agonizing paroxysms of desire. At last, I pull myself away. He jerks his head up wildly and then drops it down again, exhausted. I slither down the bed and position myself between his legs, and kiss the tip of his painfully swollen cock. It jumps at my touch, and he gasps; I swirl my tongue around the head and flicker it at the base, and he moans. I give it a quick, long suck, tasting the salty beginning of his orgasm, and then I sit up. "You want to come?" I ask him. "Yes." It's not so much a word as a raw, panting exhalation. "Not until I tell you." "I know." I slide his cock into me, savoring the look of pure bliss that crosses his face, the way his jaw goes slack and his eyes widen. And then I begin to ride him and his expression changes to one of intent concentration and he grips the bedpost until his knuckles turn white, trying not to lose control. I slow down and speed up, slow down and speed up, and with heroic concentration, he manages to hold on. He starts to beg: "Please, please, I'm going to come, please, please, I can't—" "You can," I whisper. "I know you can." I ride him harder, feeling my own climax build, grinding myself against his cock, as he squeezes his eyes shut and begs me not to even as he urges me on. "Please, please please please please," he babbles, his whole body writhing, and we're racing against each other, but both on the same side; I slam myself against him and explode into orgasm, "Yes," I say. "Oh, baby, yes, come for me," and he climaxes in one long, body-wracking shudder. We lie against each other for a long time, our bodies cooling, the sweat drying on our backs. He looks as though he's passed out, but two of his fingers softly caress my back. When I can breathe again, I stand up and go to the bathroom again. I get a damp washcloth, and a glass of water, and I carry them out to the bed. I sit down and rest his head on my lap, holding him up so he can drink. Then, ever so carefully, I wash his face, wiping off every trace of the makeup. Later, I will take him into the bath and wash his whole body, rubbing lotion into the claw marks on his back, shampooing his tangled, sweat-soaked hair. Good Boy "You were so good," I whisper to him, as he falls asleep in my lap. "I love you so much, my good, sweet, beautiful boy." Good Boy I flew in the day before and was still a little groggy. Sitting in the kitchen with my father, I was explaining why I didn't make it home for Christmas day, but a few days after. I had enlisted in the Navy, and decided that I would take leave after Christmas, and be home for New Year's so that the married guys could spend time with their wives and children. I even stood duty on Christmas Eve and Christmas day for a couple of guys who couldn't get leave. My father proclaimed he raised me right after listening to my explanation. We continued to talk, and I started washing the breakfast dishes, and there was a knock at the door. Dad answers the door and returned a couple of moments later. Coming into the kitchen he tells me I have a visitor. It was Miss Snyder, my high school geometry teacher. Dad pours her a cup of coffee. As she sat down, she apologized for disturbing us, but she didn't know who else to ask for help. Turns out she had a pipe burst in a wall, and tried calling several plumbers, but none were available. We lived a small town, and people knew that I was pretty handy. I made quite a bit of money fixing things for people during high school, and had a good reputation. So I followed her to her home to see what was going on. I told her I could fix the leak, but wouldn't be able to repair the hole I needed to make in the wall. She had an older house with actual plaster walls, and I knew absolutely nothing about plaster. I returned about an hour later, with the materials I needed to accomplish the task, and started cutting a hole in her wall. I got pretty lucky and almost cut directly where the leak was at. Took about 2 hours to repair, test, and clean up my mess. I told Miss Snyder that there was only about $10 in materials, so that was what I was going to charge her. She insisted that I stay for lunch, more like a command than anything, so I did. After finishing, she handed me a fifty, and told me to not even think about trying to take less. Back in high school I was one of the few people who would admit to liking Miss Snyder. I hated geometry, but did like her. I simply thought she was a nice lady, but I never had a crush on her or anything like that. She just wasn't the type of girl/woman that I was attracted to. Miss Snyder was a small woman in every sense of the word. I guess she was about 5 feet tall and small proportioned. Best guess her measurements were 34A, 22, 30, and she always wore a dress. I don't think I ever saw her wear anything else. When I still lived at home, friends and I would pass her house while we were going to the park, and she would be planting flowers wearing a dress. I never thought anything about it, it was just Miss Snyder. A few days later I ran into Miss Snyder, and she asked me if I would come over to her house to look at her bathroom sink that started leaking. So off we went. Turns out it was the master bath, and when I went into the bathroom, the sink wasn't leaking. Confused, I turned around to ask if she was mistaking the sink, and Miss Snyder was staring at me, almost like she was waiting for an answer to a question she didn't ask. She had already unzipped her dress, and started to pull the sleeves off her shoulders. I'm a 19 year old guy, standing in a 50 year old woman's bathroom, and she is taking her dress off. I did what I think most guys my age would. I stared open mouthed and started getting an erection. I guess she started seeing my dick crawling down my left pant leg, because she started to smile. Getting her arms free of the garment, she lowered the front of her dress to waist high. She had very pale skin, and was wearing a satin looking dark green corset with no bra. Her small breasts had golf ball sized areolas, and huge nipples, as round as an AA battery, and sticking out about 2 inches. I never thought the sight of huge nipples could be such a turn on, but my dick really liked them. "You like"; Miss Snyder asked? I think I had my mouth closed by now, but really can't remember. I just nodded like a complete idiot. The smile faded and with a stern look on her face she said; "Take your shirt off". I did as instructed. I've always been a small guy, 5 feet 7, and probably about 120 pounds at the time, with a runners type body. I removed my shirt and dropped it to the floor. "Good boy" said Miss Snyder. "You always paid attention and followed instructions in my class." Holding her dress with her right hand, she pointed to a chair with her left and said: "Sit. Remove your shoes and socks". I guess I didn't move quickly enough for her because she stomped her right foot and barked; "Now!' Walking quickly over to the chair I sat down and took off my shoes and socks. When I finished I looked at Miss Snyder, and saw her grinning. I say this because it wasn't a happy sort of grin, but more of a sinister type of grin. Then she removed her right hand and let her dress fall to the floor. Turning to face me, I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. Back in the 80's, clean shaved crotches were rare. Miss Snyder had the hairiest pussy I have ever seen. She started running her fingers through her crotch hair, and at some points her fingers disappeared from sight. She might have weighed 100 pounds, if that, and probably 2 pounds of that was golden blonde pussy hair. Her legs were very shapely, like a dancers legs. Well toned, and slightly muscular. Her heels and pantyhose only helped accentuate her figure. Wicked grin still on her face she said; "I know you've seen a girl's pussy. I've overheard a few of them talking about you when you were in school, so you're not innocent." Sitting on her bed, and spreading her leg she continued; "This is a pussy that has been aged to perfection. Do you think my golden triangle is sexy, David"? "Yes"; I stammered. "Yes what?" Miss Snyder demanded. "Yes Miss Snyder"; I replied. "That's better. Now stand up;" she commanded. I stood and left my hands at my side, almost like the position of attention, just not as rigid. Miss Snyder just looked at me for a moment, no expression on her face what so ever. "Strip"; she hissed. I did as she instructed, dropping my jeans and briefs as quickly as possible. Standing straight up when I finished, I found myself only partially erect. I guess I was more nervous than I thought. Then I saw Miss Snyder start to grin. "Come here boy!" I went to her, and stopped about a foot in front of her. Grabbing my semi-erection she asked; "What's this? This thing is pathetic. Just think, when I heard those little sluts talking about you I was thinking that you may be a worthy student. I was actually going to teach you how to pleasure me." While saying this I felt her hand alternately squeezing and relaxing her grip on my shaft, which made it start growing. She stopped talking for a while, and continued as she had, until I was finally erect once again. She let go and stared at my erect penis for what seemed like a long while, but was probably 2 or 3 seconds. Looking at my face she said; "Well Davie, I guess I was mistaken. It appears those little girls are a pretty good judge of a penis. You actually have a very nice looking one. Do you want to please me Davie?" "Yes Miss Snyder." "Will you do as instructed, when instructed?" "Yes Miss Snyder." "Good, on your knees, and remove my shoes." Dropping to my knees, I removed both her shoes as she lifted one after another. "Take the heel of my left foot in your hands, and place all of my toes in your mouth. I want to feel your tongue caressing them." Looking at Miss Snyder, and wondering what the hell she was talking about, I asked; "What?" "David, I'm only going to say this one time, because I'm beginning to run out of patience with you. Your job is to give me pleasure. If you're a good boy and do as I say, I'll give you a reward. You have to earn the reward, and the only way to do that is follow my instructions. It's really simple. Right now I want my dainty feet to be given the attention they deserve. You will start by placing my toes in your mouth and bathing my toes with your tongue. Later you will lick and kiss them. If you understand what I'm telling you; start worshipping my feet or get the hell out of my house." For the next 10 minutes I sucked her toes and licked all over her stocking feet. Every once in a while she commented on what a good job I was doing, while I started feeling like a complete fool. The only weird thing I noticed is that my erection didn't totally disappear. Finally she had enough, and told me her wet feet were beginning to get chilly. She then instructed me on how to properly remove her panty hose. I rolled first on down her leg, removed it from her foot, unrolled it, and laid it across the chair. After repeating the process with the other, I returned to my kneeling position in front of her. "Do you think I have sexy legs Davie? Take a look at them and tell me truthfully what you think." "I like your legs Miss Snyder. " "Do you mean that, or are you just being sweet?" "I really mean it Miss Snyder. You have some of the prettiest legs I've ever seen." "Prove it;" she commanded. "Show me how pretty you think my legs are." Thinking for a second, I began to kiss her left calf. Starting in the center, I worked down, and back to her knee. Lightly kissing and licking. I went back and forth, from knee to heel a few times, and switched to the right one. "Good boy;" she said. Placing her hand on my head, and pushing it back, she lifted her legs, spun around, and lay down on the bed. "Now come here and finish showing me how much you like my legs." By now I was fully erect, and I started at her right knee, and began moving up her inner thigh. This is something that a couple of girls had me do, and I remembered what they liked. Once I was about mid thigh, I began to lightly nibble every so often. Each time I did, I heard her inhale abruptly, and make a moaning sound. When I was an inch or so from the crease between her thigh and crotch, she stiffened. Then I started back down, adding a few more nibbles as I went. When I was a little more than half way down her right thigh, I abruptly started at her left knee, and repeated the routine. Back and forth I continued. Nibbling her skin, and quickly flicking my tongue. Each time I neared her essence, I felt heat pulsing from deep within. It kept getting warmer, and she was stiffening a little sooner than the first time. Finally I decided to continue up the right crease, and continue upward to the top of her thigh. Glancing upward I saw her tightly clenching the sheets. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing through her mouth. As I traced my way up her crease, I felt her hips move slightly towards me, as if trying to guide me to a specific place. Traveling my way back down the right crease, I stopped in the center, and began flicking my tongue back and forth. This caused a different reaction; she began lifting her as slightly off the bed and started moaning. When I finally knew she was thrusting in the air, as if to actually try to fuck some invisible cock, and traced my way to the top of her furry jungle, and began licking her between her pubic hair and belly button, until she began breathing more regular. Then I stared towards the left side. Teasing her sensitive area until she was once again bucking under my face, I could smell her womanhood. Truth of the matter is, I had always held my breath when I did this to the other girls. This is about the time I would put my fingers inside them, and start ramming in and out. This time though, I wanted to do more, keep going where she was trying to guide me. Just as I was about to allow my mouth to the center of her heat, I remembered what she said. Do as she said. I decided that if I was going to disobey, I would take a safer route. I traced my way back to her navel, and glided my tongue to those huge nipples sticking up from her chest. Popping the right nipple in my mouth, I felt her hands clamp around my head. "You naughty boy, I didn't tell you to do that;" she whispered. I froze, and she began to giggle. "Keep going my good boy;" she said. "Don't be shy, my tits like it rough." I placed my lips back around her nipple and began to suck them. "Mmmmmmm, harder my sweet boy, harder;" she moaned. Sucking harder, she moaned; "Bite it." Following her instruction, I placed my teeth around the base of her nipple, and tightened around it as I started flicking my tongue quickly over the top. "Harder;" she said again. "Treat me like a woman." Taking a second to open my mouth as wide as possible, I engulfed her golf ball sized areola in my mouth, and bit fairly hard. Her body jerked, and her right hand pushed down on the back of my head. "Yeees;" she hissed! "Such a good boy. Don't stop, keep going. Make me feel like a woman again. Miss Snyder needs to feel like a woman." I had her tiny breasts pulsing in my mouth as I tightened and loosened my teeth around her breast flesh. Reaching over and grabbing her left nipple I began to play with it. God YES;" she screamed! "Rip that fucking thing off." Tightening my grip, I began twisting back and forth. Concentrating on my mouth chewing on her right tit as my tongue danced around her huge nipple, and twisting her left nipple, it was a while before I felt her arm under my stomach. It was a couple of moments later that I felt the muscles in her forearm flexing and realized that she was playing with herself. Finally I heard a wet sound in between moans, and I knew she was fingering her pussy. My dick went to a whole other state of hard on. I was so hard that my mushroom began to ache. I also figured this would be a good time to switch tits. I moved my mouth to the left breast, and began twisting the right nipple. It wasn't long after I switched attention from the original breasts manipulation that Miss Snyder got real quiet. I felt her arm flexing faster, and her thighs began to lift and tighten around my hips. Faster she flexed, and I heard her take a deep breath of air. There was a slight whimper, her body tensed, and her thighs tightened around my hips, and then I felt hot liquid splash against my pelvis. At this point Miss Snyder screamed; "Fuck yes, I'm Cumming!" She continued to work her fingers for a few seconds after announcing her climax, and I began easing up on her breasts. By the time she had finished her orgasm, and was beginning to breathe more normally, I had a chance to look at the object of my attention for the last few minutes. I could see the redness as well as a few teeth marks caused by my mouth, and hoped she wouldn't be really pissed off at my, when I felt her arms around my shoulder. "Mmmmmm, you are a good boy. I think I beginning to remember what it feels like to be a woman again. For being such a good boy, I'll let you have your first reward. Would you like that Davie?" Yes Miss Snyder." "Good, now on your knees, and straddle my waist;" she said. Doing as I was told she continued; "Masterbate for me." "What;" I questioned? Grabbing a couple of pillows and placing them under her head she said; "Masterbate. Grab your dick and start stroking it for me. I want to watch you cum." "Couldn't you do that for me Miss Snyder;" I pleaded? "No;" she firmly stated. "Now wrap your hand around your dick, and start jerking that damn thing. The next time I have to repeat myself you will find yourself alone, beating your fucking meat, and wishing you were back her doing as I instructed. Do you understand me, David!" Grabbing my shaft, and pulling my hand toward the base of my swollen I replied; "Yes Miss Snyder." This is the day I learned the definition of premature ejaculation. Call it 100 strokes or 90 seconds, that's all it took until I felt that tingling sensation. My grip was so tight and hand moving so fast, I thought my junk was going to be torn away. My balls started to tighten up, and my head began to get even larger. Feeling my cock head begin to throb, and my ass hole tighten I sucked in a deep breath and held it. My piss hole locked to prolong the sensation for as long as possible, which is 2 strokes on a good day, and my cum started to make its way up my shaft. This was intense. The palm my hand could actually feel the hot thick liquid pass by as I continued my death grip stroke. I lost all track of time as the first burst of relief left my body. The initial release of pressure that built up was just that, a release. There have been occasions that my first rope has shot so hard, that when lying on my back, I've found sticky drops on the headboard of my bed. I couldn't guess how far it would have shot this time, as my dick was pointed towards Miss Snyder's body, but I'm sure I would have had to wash my face, at the very least. The second release is, for lack of better description, intense. This is the one where the feeling of euphoria begins to encompass my whole body. The moment it starts to spurt from the head, it feels like pins and needles from the tip of my mushroom head, down the underside of my shaft, shooting through the center of my balls, and pricking just the inside of my ass hole. Very seldom do I continue to stroke past this point, but today I did. The third rope of warm liquid lands on Miss Snyder's body with an audible plop. Now I feel a tingle up my spine as well as down the back of my legs, and into my toes causing them to curl. Not being able to stand it any more I let my spurting dick go, and l was just enjoy the sensation of the last few shots leaving my body. Miss Snyder obviously had a different idea. Before the third shot completely left my body, Miss Snyder wrapped her small hands around my squirting shaft. Opening my eyes I see her small hand wrapped around my shaft. Not missing a stroke, she sits up and stares at my cum spewing cock. Her eyes are open wide, and a lustful grin forms on her lips. "That's a good boy, give me your boy cum;" she huskily whispers. A fifth rope shoots out, and lands on her tiny left breast. I've never shot a fifth rope, and it traveled farther that the one before it. Is this woman a witch; I think to myself. Gripping my shaft even tighter, pulling harder, but more slowly, she continues; "Give me the last of your boy cum." By now my cum is just oozing out of my cock head, collecting at the bottom of the head, and dripping onto Miss Snyder's furry bush. Satisfied, she finally stopped stroking me. Looking up she said; "Davie, you've been a good boy. Miss Snyder is really proud of you." Then she kissed the head of my rapidly softening dick head. She stuck her tongue out, licked her lips and moaned. "I've only did that to one other man." "Did what Miss Snyder;" I asked? "Placed my lips on his penis, you silly boy. Why don't we get cleaned up, you made a mess." I had an erection before we stepped into the shower. Miss Snyder leaned over to turn the water on. She had a shower/bath combination, and the knobs were pretty low. As she leaned over with her legs spread slightly apart, I didn't see a 50 year old woman. What I saw was a small perky ass with cheeks spread slightly, and a golden path of fur disappearing between. She turned, smiled, and asked; "Where did that come from"? Blushing I stammered; "Sorry, it's just sometimes I can't help it." Laughing, she took my hand, stepped into the tub, and said; "Come on. I'm starting to feel sticky." She had me wash her body twice, no wash cloth allowed. After I was finished with that, she had me use shampoo and conditioner on her pubic hair. Even though I thought it strange, I didn't argue. I was so horny that I wouldn't have given a second thought to brushing it if asked. When I was finished, she washed me. She spent a good deal of time cleaning my cock and balls, and after rinsing them thoroughly, sat on the edge of the tub. Grabbing my hard dick and pulling she said; "Come here". Good Boy I took a half step forward, and watched Miss Snyder. With a light grip she was jerking on my shaft and staring at the head. She then leaned forward slightly and kissed the very tip, not once but multiple times. Finally she stuck her tongue out and began licking my head as if it was an ice cream cone. After a short while she stopped, looked up at me, and pushed on my stomach. I stepped back and Miss Snyder kneeled in front of me. Lifting my cock up, she placed her tongue on the underside of my shaft. Looking down at her I saw the water hitting her between her shoulder blades, and my cock hiding the center of her face. Her chin was at the center of my ball sack, and my cock head was between her eyebrows. As her tongue moved up the shaft her face became visible again until I could see her upper lip pushing against my cock tip. Then she disappeared again. She repeated this a few times, and on her last journey up she didn't stop. Her mouth continued around the top of the head and didn't stop until she had the whole head circled by her lips. She spent a few moments lust licking the head, and I felt her tongue poke into my piss hole quite a few times. Then I felt her sliding down a little. She lowered her mouth down my shaft about 3 inches or so, and started her journey. After a few strokes with her mouth, a felt another sensation, a scraping sensation on the top and base of my shaft. I've never felt the sensation of teeth on my dick, and as scary as it sounds, it felt fantastic. Closing her eyes, she began mouth fucking my teen age cock. Going a little farther as she continued, every once in awhile I felt her teeth scrape my shaft. When she did that, I gave an involuntary hiss. She started using her teeth more and more. No way was I going to object, because now I was nearing that point of no return. I was moaning by now, and felt her hand cup my balls. She began a gentle squeeze and release as she started bobbing her head faster. I didn't feel her teeth any more, but as she pulled her lips to where just my cock head in her mouth, she started swirling her tongue around my mushroom head. "I getting ready to cum;" I hissed. Pulling back until only a couple of inches remained, her tongue began dancing intently around the mushroom head. She was driving me nuts, until I felt a new sensation. I felt a small vibration, and heard her starting to hum. I was being tortured with pleasure. Moist warmth of her mouth, the dancing caresses of her tongue, and the vibrations she was creating all concentrated on my sensitive head was driving my insane. As much as I tried to hold back, and enjoy the sensation, there was no hope. I thrust my hips forward and shot my first rope. I guess Miss Snyder was surprised, because she pulled back just as I started erupting. Part of my first load shot into her mouth, while the rest splattered her face. Swallowing and recovering, she took my dick back into her mouth just after the second rope started shooting out. One hand pulling on my shaft, the other squeezing my balls, and her mouth fucking 2 or 3 inches of my cock caused a huge third eruption. I thought she was going to gag, but letting a little flow out the corners of her mouth she gulped most of my seed down her throat. The forth rope spewing into her mouth must had very little force behind it. I felt her mouth tighten around my rod, and a suction sensation. I could feel the head of my cock expand as she continued to work my cum into her mouth. I felt the suction starting to lessen as I got to the end of my orgasm, Miss Snyder's tongue was still licking my cock head, and she was squeezing my shaft as she pumped it. We didn't have the term cock milking back then, but this was most definitely a toe curling one. Finally Miss Snyder was satisfied that I was completely empty, and looked up at me. I was panting and leaning against the wall, so that I wouldn't fall. Miss Snyder began using her finger to clean my seed off her cheeks. She then placed her finger in her opened mouth, closed her lips around it, and slowly withdrew it. "Mmmmm, you taste good;" Miss Snyder said. "I've only sucked one other dick, and never let him cum in my mouth." Finished cleaning another cum filled finger with her mouth she continued; "I wasn't going to allow you to do it either, but you surprised me." Rising to her feet, she gave me a peck on the cheek. "You've made another mess. This time clean yourself off, and wait for me in bed. I'll join you in a short while." Miss Snyder watched as I soaped and rinsed. I stepped out of the tub and dried off. Lying in her bed, I watched the doorway as I waited. Walking into the room Miss Snyder said; "My turn". Straddling my waist she looked into my eyes and continued; "Sucking your cock has gotten me so turned on I don't think I can wait any longer. I need to feel a release. Will you help me David?" What a stupid question. "Of course I will Miss Snyder;" I replied. Placing my hands on her ass cheek, I pulled a little to give Miss Snyder a hint. Smiling she started hunching her way upwards, and finally stopped when she was over my face. "Your choice Miss Snyder. Would you rather lie down and enjoy yourself, or fuck my face;" I asked? "Oh David, you are such a good boy;" she moaned.